Why I Cried

The Aftermath of a terrible battle is always heart-wrenching...

 

 

Soldiers strewn about,

blood gushing from fresh wounds,

eyes glazed over in the light of dawn.

“It’s going to be a crazy time.”

 

Last breaths,

last chance,

last hope.

“When will it end general?”

 

Pure darkness,

light ever fading,

I won’t die.

“It won’t boy.”

 

Death is imminent,

pain is stopping,

life is slipping away.

“But why general? Why?”

 

Family lost,

friendships brought to an end,

children without a father.

“Both sides are figuring the other will just give up,

 and soon,

and the war done in weeks,

and us all home.”

 

Women mourning,

children sobbing,

men silently crying.

“Well that’s not how it’s going to be boy.

And maybe that’s why I cried.”

 

 

Reviews

[Picture of Poetry]

Wow! That was wonderful. You really pulled the details and the feeling that war brings to people too, in this great poem. You aslo had great flow with the stlye and words that you chose to discribe everything. You allow the reader to capture this moment in time and feel their emotion deeply. I adore this one, but what in the world was your inspiration to write it?? Great job, Bard. :>]

[Sarah]

Great poem! Your description was really gruesome, which I think is necessary to capture the horrors of war. I LOVED your use of dialogue to express the hopelessness that the soldiers must feel on the battlefield, having to face death everyday. I can't imagine what that would be like, but regardless, I think you captured war very well here. Great job!