It's Just How It Works
Its gut wrenching,
But beautiful,
How blood and gore can be like that?
It's just how it works.
The peaceful atmosphere settles,
Rain slowly falls,
Washing away the horrific terror,
But the peace continues.
Don't ask.
It's just how it works.
From a drizzle to a storm,
I struggle to leave the battle zone,
Not wanting to leave that beautiful feeling.
My conscious comes back,
The feeling fades away,
The pain hits me hard.
It's just how it works.
I fall on my knees,
Cry out in pain,
Mourning for the loss of a loved one.
I look into his eyes,
And let out a scream,
When I see two lifeless eyes,
Looking back at me.
It's heart breaking,
To see a massacre,
After knowing him for so long.
But somehow, no one knows why,
That's just how it works.
Rising to my feet,
After hours of bawling,
I blink at the sun,
Slowly rising from the sandy hills.
The rain was long gone,
With my long stream of tears.
It's ironic,
To think I have cried more than the sky.
But I haven't.
I walk away from the scene,
My feet dragging in the sand,
Till the sun made it to the highest peak of the sky.
My feet buckle,
My eyes flutter,
And a peaceful serenity settles in my soul, and over my body.
Why must I suffer?
When it written for me to die?
It's just how it works.
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If you don't understand what the poem is talking about, then send me a message, but I'm pretty sure the poem is quite clear. I'm not a good poet, so go easy on me. =P
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PoetryThese are just poems that I create when I'm inspired to. I don't consider myself as a good poet, but I like to know the opinions of other readers and poets. They can be inspired by a song, or they can be just randomly made up, because I felt like it...
