Brianna Trombley

Rookie (march 1990 / Michigan)

Blood Stained Hands - Poem by Brianna Trombley

I never knew, never had any idea
Of what it would feel like
To kill another person
To bare onto them, that devastating strike

I was young and naïve, only a boy
When I signed up, enlisted for war
Completely ignorant, oblivious
For what it had in store

I said my goodbyes
Unaware that I may not return
Or just how much
For each of my loved ones, I’d yearn

As weeks turned into months
And months into years
I was called to the frontline
The greatest of all my fears

I had heard stories, of the line
Of those that didn’t make it
Of those who did, with blood on his hands
Living with his own regret

My heart skipped a beat
As I took my spot on that line
I raised my gun, tried to aim
Knowing I was in a hell of a bind

To aim to hit, and take another’s life
To aim to miss, and maybe lose mine
I waited for the call, closed my eyes
And allowed for fate to decide

It was then, looking across from myself
At the boy now laying on the ground
I knew, with blood already on my hands
There was no going back, my destiny was found


Comments about Blood Stained Hands by Brianna Trombley

  • (12/23/2009 11:26:00 PM)


    very very nice man. some parts were just a tad out of rhythm, but that was pretty much it. and i LOVE the part were it says 'To aim to hit, and take another’s life
    To aim to miss....'and so on. Brilliant stanza! !
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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (12/19/2009 8:58:00 AM)


    wow... wonderful! ...... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009



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