Remebrance
the screams of the dying
and their crying
are driving me insane
they just seem to never leave my brain
all i can remeber is the the pounding rain
of the artillery setting off explosions
and throwing up dirt in a quick attempt at erosion
but i have learned that it was never the bullets
that were my greatest enemy
but the memories
and the scars they have left on my soul
i seem to always feel like any empty bowl
begging for water but i am denied
for i have already had my time
with my innocence
so i am left to reminiscence
on the past and all i can do is ask
how much longer could all of this last?
This is a very intence write, if I understood this, I would say it is your recoletion as to what it is to live through a battle zone and have to now live with the aftermath that very sadly leaves many men/women plauged with this.. You were quite vivid with the description of war time and all that unfolds with it... Very Very good.. Bonnie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Harrowing and powerful Very well written Thanks