I could hear them, running beneath the trampled foliage;
A target from afar,
They’re everywhere.
They’re in my head,
They’re in my eyes,
They’re in my words,
And in the skies.
They surround,
The oceans and terrain.
They’re in the trees,
They’re on the ground.
I can feel their presence in my house,
I can see their eyes throughout the town.
Watching and waiting to bring me down.
Stole my smile,
Lost my sanity,
Hell, I was only nineteen.
Grenades still echo,
Down the hall,
Through my mind,
Down my spine.
They never left.
They said it was over,
But it’s only just begun
It’s not over, until I am.
Innocent blood was shed,
And for what?
We never knew.
But they’ll never get me.
Tell me if it's easy to depict what this poem's about, it would help a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem