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[1] Edna my beloved, my bristling fire I indite to thee with engraving compassion. My soul, my existence each and every day upon this Sodom sanction is tested; my elongated fingertips rapidly quiver despite such this is a mere inconvenience to what lies ahead. I'm unaware if my poetic nature will survive this endeavor, nor do I ascertain its end.
[2] Oh Edna my elusive beauty, seemingly it's been eons since I've last written. This war is excruciatingly compelling, my sanity and those whomst still participate within this chaotic bloodthirsty battle will forever be tested. The restless commander of the platoon is a grand example of such, continuously mumbling to himself inaudibly of course. War, an agonizingly painful and primitive event which in turn makes men mad. Quotidian skirmishes appear everlasting, a mere medic such as I cannot associate within this tremendous fray; my azure-soaked orbs witness deaths of countless, every aeonian moment I live is agony. Despite my magnanimous duty of mending the flesh of my compadres, I'm unable to triumph continue onward. Albeit such truth, thy fay-grace motions me to prevail.
[3] Obstructed.
[4] Obstructed.
[5] This is the unfortunate end, I refused to follow a demented order and thus I haplessly await in my chambers to meet my inevitable end. Truly I don't regret my willful decision, I was authoritatively mandated upon the foes line. My death was certain and my fate ineluctable; destiny has been merciful to you and thus I may rest peacefully. You were the pocket of warmth amongst the unending darkness. I lived quite a meaningful life and saved plentiful lives, in the end, I regret nothing as I fade into nothingness you will always subsist within me. Your ever-loving husband, Jack Thomas.
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