*after reading the poem "Exposure" a short while back, I really wanted to write a poem about war, and I hope, though I've never experienced anything like it, that I haven't offended anyone in my interpretations of it. also, yes, this is about war, so please be respectful* p.s. please read "Exposure" by Wilfred Owens, it's a wonderful poem.
seven soldiers sit upon a wall,
plagued by nightmares untold.
seven men torn from their lives,
praying for an end to the cold.
six soldiers gather around a fire,
rubbing their calloused hands,
six men are losing their friends,
getting lost amongst barren lands.
five soldiers sleep during battle,
only hands muffle the screams,
five men who don't want this anymore,
agitated fingers tearing at their seams.
four soldiers are kept awake at night,
alcohol in their system to warm,
four men who have children at home,
something to get them through the storm.
three soldiers whose minds sit on horrors,
no constellation can keep them constant now,
three men who understand the meaning of war,
and can't for the life of them understand how.
two soldiers left.
they don't know why
life picked them
not to die.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
