Poems

Sunset Survivor

As the tears of the heaven impacted the war torn field, a sole young man stands. His cloak and trench coat blackened by the dirt and blood ,being drenched by the rain. In his right hand is his rifle. Its cold gray steel is now a worn slate color. In his left hand is a necklace. On it are tags of his lifeless comrades. With those tags is a golden ring which shimmer is now dulled. His frosted hair with a strain, stained with blood and dirt. His pale face smudged. His eyes a crimson hue brightly shining yet empty of warmth. As he looks on the bloodshed of the battle. Remnants of bunkers, tanks, and planes littered the ground with bodies laying lifeless in the dirt. He then looks at the sky to see the sunset, its beautiful hues spread out in the sky. He recalls a simpler time when right and wrong were simpler to see.