Gordon Sykes is OUT

Gordon Sykes is OUT

PaulWADE Author

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13 June 2012

Futility in Continuum.



Futility in Continuum.
By PaulWADE-2012

Slack jawed he stood, his eyes open wide
numb arms hanging like two broken twigs
before him mayhem, only known in bad-dreams,
dread, fear and anger growing dark in his mind
comrades in pieces, they now float in tears.

Too many small battles, too large for the dead
young man with bravado encased in a shell,
daring bullets to find him, or hurt his friends,
gray clouds of explosions fog the horizon,
shooting star tracers speeding straight into hell.

Walking in streets echoing with sellers loud cries
food smells and smoke from open cooking stoves
watching the crowd as they amble pointlessly bye
hatred in their eyes, aimed directly at the boys,
any sudden movements could mean they all die.

Counting hours and minutes, time to go home
back to his world, in truth he’d barely known,
dust of the bomb clouds was deeply ingrained,
he carries it home with the bodies of dead friends,
smiles crease his face, but never reaching his eyes.

Slack jawed he stands, eyes open wide,
numb arms hanging like two broken twigs
at the local Mall splinters fly into the air,
the same gray smoke, found him here,
And so it continues, mankind at his best.


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