Picking through the blood coated bodies,
I am reminded of the guilt, washing over me,
His eyes were pleading like a dog's,
As he stumbled backwards,
As he stumbled over blood coated bodies,
As he stumbled over ruins of bodies,
But still, I raise my weapon,
Still, I advance on him,
Until his soul is lost.
For a fleeting moment,
His eyes flash,
For a fleeting moment,
I see his memories, emotions, pain,
But then it's gone, he's gone.
His body crumbling like a wall of sand,
War is not glorious,
It is not adventurous,
It is pain, torture, blood-shed.
Really sad, emotional poem. great use of repetition, and adjectives and verbs. :)
ReplyDeleteNice structure of the poem and description of his pathway through the poem. Great powerful short sentences.
ReplyDeleteYou've used lots of similes and metaphors in this. I makes the poem even more emotional and relatable. Great job :)
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