The sound of explosions
Booming through your ears.
The innocents' eyes
Overflowing with tears.
The fog of war
That gets thicker by the second.
Soldiers, tanks, and planes,
Everything heavily weaponed.
War changes everything.
War changes everyone.
War is horrific
For when a good man goes to war,
He never comes back the same.
When a good man goes to war,
He never comes back completely sane.
When a good man goes to war,
He bring the memories home.
All the fear, the pain and the horric sewn
Into a blanket that will forever cover the good man that went to war.
All the sins that cannot be atoned.
The bodies, the blood, the screams of humans that are caught in the crossfire.
When a good man goes to war,
No more is the good man.
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A Collection Of Thoughts
PoesiaA collction of poems, shorts stories and other stuff that spawns in my silly little head, written by yours truly
