The sound of War

by Tainted Beauty   Jun 3, 2006


The crimson blood seeps through my clothes,
Like nothing Ive felt before,
The gun shots fired through my heart,
These are the things of war,

My comrades, dead,
Scattered upon the ground,
Their cries of agony and gun shots,
Are the only, painful sounds,

How I long for my home,
My land and family,
They say that we are heroes,
But I feel nothing but cowardly,

As I lay here dying,
I know it does not affect them,
As soon as I am gone,
They will just recruit more men.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Amberinaa

    I agree with everyone. It was beautiful and you captured the mood, and the image and the truth, just perfectly.

    Bravo. you did a wonderful job!

    Amberinaa*

  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    Great poem, I really liked the imagery and details you put into this. It made me feel like I was on the battlefield, which is scary!!.. Awesome stuff!

  • 18 years ago

    by Jessica

    Wow. that is all i can say. just wow. that was so excellent!! it was powerful, sad, interesting, and contained such a great message all at the same time.. it was a simply amazing poem! 10/5

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