the aftermath of war

May 27, 2010
By afilman PLATINUM, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
afilman PLATINUM, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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The aches
The pains
The blood curdling screams
Through the rain

Bombs parade the sky
Each man holding his gun
Fear creeps through the body
But there’s no time to run

A dream, you scream
From your safe warm bed
And although you’ve returned home,
You wish you were dead

A ticking clock
Shoots fear up your spine
You reassure yourself it’s not a bomb,
For the first time your fine

When your eyelids close
Blood is all you see
You to tape your eyes open
Just to be free

Your hands tremble
Matching your rapid heart beat
You hold them together
Not willing to admit defeat

Tears stream down
Your tired, mud stained face
You’ve forgotten how to silence the screams
Piece of mind, is an unreachable place.

The man you shot
The life you took
All to prove a point
And be tallied in a book

Your family claims to understand
But they never truly will
Maybe the pain and sorrow
But not what it’s like to kill

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