Battle Grounds

The battle field stretches out,

long, thin tunnels of white.

The air is thick with near silent heart beats.

The stench of purity clogs the nose.

People pass by with solemn expressions,

every mind whirling with battle plans,

every subconscious whispering prayers.

Desperation claws at the heart,

loss tears at the soul.

On one side a battle is lost.

All goes still as Death's tone fills the air.

On the other, a soldier rises,

preparing to leave the battle field victorious. 

Reviews

[Nath]

I really like how you remind of how there are two sides to a coin - both devestation and glory caused by one event.
I also enjoyed that though you start out describing the sad truth of war, you end the poem on a positive note. Just hope a gracious victor emerges.
Thanks for sharing!