I walk on the field,
everything smells like burning flesh,
it smells like sweat,
the grass, the mud is wet,
I touch the ground,
it's not water,
on my fingers now lays blood,
the whole field isn't a field,
it's more like a flood,
bodies and blood,
I scream,
a body falls down with a thud,
I feel my hot tears running down my face,
as I cry,
there is no colour,
grey is the sky,
no white are the clouds,
not when every lies a crowd,
now being buried ina shroud,
it is a sore view for young eyes,
this is no place for a child,
the field is too wild,
why am I here in the first place?,
what made me be here?,
fighting for my country,
had me turn into a fool,
for fighting so eager,
yet too cool for school,
I'am blind,
in my heart,
no longer kind,
lost in my mind,
war,
it frightens me to my core.
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
PoetryThis poetry is written from the bottom of my heart, I try to put a lot of emotion into it and some of it is written from personal experiences, mostly the sad ones. There's one called "I'am Bipolar", which means a lot to me as Demi Lovato was diagn...
