I never knew, never had any idea <br />Of what it would feel like <br />To kill another person <br />To bare onto them, that devastating strike <br /> <br />I was young and naïve, only a boy <br />When I signed up, enlisted for war <br />Completely ignorant, oblivious <br />For what it had in store <br /> <br />I said my goodbyes <br />Unaware that I may not return <br />Or just how much <br />For each of my loved ones, I’d yearn <br /> <br />As weeks turned into months <br />And months into years <br />I was called to the frontline <br />The greatest of all my fears <br /> <br />I had heard stories, of the line <br />Of those that didn’t make it <br />Of those who did, with blood on his hands <br />Living with his own regret <br /> <br />My heart skipped a beat <br />As I took my spot on that line <br />I raised my gun, tried to aim <br />Knowing I was in a hell of a bind <br /> <br />To aim to hit, and take another’s life <br />To aim to miss, and maybe lose mine <br />I waited for the call, closed my eyes <br />And allowed for fate to decide <br /> <br />It was then, looking across from myself <br />At the boy now laying on the ground <br />I knew, with blood already on my hands <br />There was no going back, my destiny was found<br /><br />Brianna Trombley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-stained-hands/
