Bombs And Explosions Poem by Jaime ReyesHildel

Bombs and explosions,
The beautiful dust bowl
of death and diein,
they are so beautiful,
they so misunderstood,
yet,
they are, graceful and righteous.

Cannibals that eat
at their very flesh
Tear at the pieces of their soul,
and combine hearts to heart,
to a beautiful and misunderstood body,
that feasts on their feelings.

If only you understood why soldiers die,
why the young kill,
themselves, as well as the old,

if only i understood why i kill,
why i hurt,
why i cant die,
like a whithering flower
dries out and ends

and then i hurt,
and i want to live,
and im afraud,
afraid, anxious, angry,

i light myself on fire
from my mouth to my heart
from mine to yours
and to the beautiful might beast in the forest

if only i knew what i wanted.