Opaque smoke cleared from the war zone
Dead bodies scattered the tainted red grass
The victors were now alone
For their brave fronts were merely a mask
The soldiers were tired
Losing comrades,friends and foes
Flashbacks of every cannon fired
In war, they learned that anything goes
Loud gunshots still rung through their heads
Death was immanent through the air
Their skin painfully penetrated with lead
Depression was everywhere
Their shining blades were dull and bloody
They had fought with everything they had
They were pawns, nobodies
The people they killed had friends, families, were even moms and dads
No matter what they were told
They weren't truly victorious
Others would listen once the stories were told
But the truth may get lost in the mist.
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A Look Inside My Head
PoetryJust a collection of intimate poems that I've written over the years, and still continue to write. Poetry has, (and probably always) will be my outlet. Even when I'm not sure why, I feel a certain way, overtime I write, everything makes sense, if on...
