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Click hereI wish I could feel the cold pit of fear
And the deep pressure of a tight turn.
I wish I could feel the exhilaration of
my thumb on a trigger and the jar
of the guns as they shudder in the airframe.
I wish I could see the high blue bowl of the sky
and the little crosses we ride up into the air
to make war on each other in three dimensions.
I wish I could breathe the cold pure oxygen
of a twelve thousand foot sky in a frail steel Hurricane
And sometimes I wish I could feel the thump of German shells
tearing up my little machine and my soft body
and the rush of the sweet crystal air as I fall
twelve thousand feet
From the high blue bowl of the sky
to the long plain of the earth
I wish I could live in the hot fear of death every time I go up
and the exhausting reprieve of relief every time I come down
I wish I had a life of danger and adventure like that
but all I have is a chair and a computer and a game called
Battle of Britain
and some wishes
It was almost as if the dream was tearing at your heart. Except for a couple of words that might have been even more shocking, I liked the poem very much! I would almost think that in a past life, you were there!
It was almost as if the dream was tearing at your heart. Except for a couple of words that might have been even more shocking, I liked the poem very much! I would almost think that in a past life, you were there!
The title was wonderful, the "Intro" was wonderful, the poem was wonderful, but then came the ending "and a game called Battle of Britain"... And it spoiled everything!
Think a little longer next ime, and I am sure that you will succeed!
well, you took me there. very descriptive. really didnt expect it to be a video game. good work ;)
maria