No Direction Home
written by: Robin Wrigley
Standing at midnight
Me, the sentry and all alone
Out there the enemy
Eerie silence, men crying out in their sleep
Living their lives in unconsciousness
A private but no privacy
That’s for the privileged few
While they sleep
I dream with open eyes
Mud mingled with blood
The smell of death and shit
God, what did I do to deserve this?
Will I live to see the end?
Suddenly bright light and a flare
Infuse memories to banish fear
It came upon a midnight clear
Will I ever sing that song again?
Robin is a retired land surveyor who has spent most of his adult life in multiple foreign countries on all 5 continents in the geophysical search for hydrocarbons. He retired at the turn of the century. Since then he has joined writing groups specialising in short stories both fiction and non-fiction. In 2021 he published a book of short stories on Amazon titled 'Idi's Ark and Other Stories.'
Latest posts by Robin Wrigley (see all)
- No Direction Home - May 8, 2026
- A Decision by Lake Qarun - January 21, 2026
