The darksurrounds me, light flashes.
Smoke, dust, the smell of burnt flesh
From fallen comrads and enimies' cuts and gashes.
My pounding heart constricting my heated breathe!
Memories flashing, my head is clouded
With the brutal struggles of the recent past.
My life is confused, Reallity is doubted.
Thoughts lashing out at images of hours before.
The blur clears away from my eyes,
Reveiling the death that cover the ground.
Black birds and vultures are all that move,
Save the spirits and ghosts leaving the bodies.
Smoke, dust, the smell of burnt flesh
From fallen comrads and enimies' cuts and gashes.
My pounding heart constricting my heated breathe!
Memories flashing, my head is clouded
With the brutal struggles of the recent past.
My life is confused, Reallity is doubted.
Thoughts lashing out at images of hours before.
The blur clears away from my eyes,
Reveiling the death that cover the ground.
Black birds and vultures are all that move,
Save the spirits and ghosts leaving the bodies.
Lynn wanted me to write a poem about fightning and this is what I came up with. I'm really not that depressing, Don't judge me! :)
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