Chaos

A war poem in a sense, its basic idea came to me after reading a part of All Quiet on the Western Front.

 

Hands shaking, reaching out to grasp

Hold of anything that would give into their dark desires

Never ending search for the twisted truth

Hidden from the light of your soul

Shown to the darkness of your heart

Flashbacks to the recesses of your mind

Now you ears finally open to the sounds and screams of the dying

The spark comes back to light your eyes and you see

Once again, the writhing bodes of your comrades

Laying in the shell-holes

Everything starts spiraling down

Deeper into your memories

The shell-holes seem to turn

Into freshly dug graves

For bodies still warm to the touch

Their eyes start to dim

The life is ebbing away

All you can do is watch

Your body is frozen in place

To you time has slowed

Causing you to endure these sights and sounds

Longer than you can bear

You wish for it to stop

Now, you are endlessly searching for something that could control the chaos

Unleashed by the demons inside

Your body trembles under the weight of this nightmare

The view you had is now blurry

Because of the tears that are now

Flowing freely from your eyes

All you know is that you must

Escape these terrors

Flames are surrounding you

Blocking all the paths out of this

Something explodes a few feet from you

You feel the hot shrapnel dig into your flesh

You scream out in pain

But hear nothing

Everything goes black as your heart gives out

In the end you are just one of the many lifeless bodies

That once were living soldiers

Brave and emboldened

Now who will remember your name?

Author's Note

One of my older poems.

Reviews

[Jessica M.]

beautiful.