War Time Writings

Turmoil

Silence whisps through the air
Ending, the forever ongoing turmoil
What was this?
A dream or reality?

A clear dump of land sits in silence,
Where the was once no end.
Just voices screaming in the dark
Through pain and fear

A look up to the sky
'They are safe in the heavens for their heroic actions'
Yet thinking about it,
There was nothing good about what we did

A life that I once had,
Reminiscing the sounds and feeling throughout my body
Is it normal to live in fear?
Is it right for the enemy not to be here?