War Poem by Tyson Schnell

Sparks and sudden explosions fill the cool damp air
as I run through the trees consumed by the blood red fog
my silent screams are heard by only my ringing ears
sights of the burned and slaughtered are branded into my mind

Fear claws my stomach, my pulse is raging
the stench of death constantly surrounds me
the enemy is near, just as the shirt on my back
in the distance, families cries start to fade

Suprised by the feeling of my lungs clutching air
I am still alive and still fighting strong
but soon to see, the luck I possess is running out
his rifle unloads, the sound of silence infects me

My blood has come part of the fearsom red glow
my body is not with them, but my soul is with my mates
they fight without me, but fight with my spirit
the opponent is worthy but not for long