The Waves of WarA Poem by SeemsPoetic A poem for the fallen. The Waves of War original poem By: SEEMSPOETIC I've risen up from the bottom I’ve free fallen from the top I'm down to earth But the free fall never stopped I was eventually battered by the waves Hit my head on the rocks I drifted for days I awoke surrounded by the ocean so misty and clouded in this grayish haze Just like the sea I felt sometimes so clear blue and so free Then sometimes I felt as deep and as black as could be The world had cast me away because I had questioned its wars I had questioned its ways Once again The silver lining that had been behind this life had withered and frayed As I looked around Bullets began to stray The ocean was flipped upside down The sea floor became a battleground Barbed wire raised The ditches sunk The scene unfolded into a battlefront But that grayish haze didn't change You couldn't mistake the sound The struggles The shouts The whizz of the bullets The doubts The moments of silence I’m thrown back by the sight The bloodshed The violence The sound and sight of artillery shells as they shatter the ground Covered by the ash strewed grass Once again I'm thrown back I was battered by the blast I hit my head on a rock Out cold No longer than three minutes I'd last. . . Bled out on the already blood stained grass They arrived with a letter after only a day passed My mother. . . Her heart shattered like glass My father. . . To his knees he collapsed An honorable death in the letter somewhere it read But so many words left unsaid Wasted life Jesus Christ What a pointless sacrifice Sleepless nights Sorrow filled flicker of the candle lights Devastating letters to family. . . Just wait till’ dad sees. . . The 21 guns salute The flag strewn casket Inside his son. . . Who he, himself, taught to shoot a gun at 6 years young Lil’ sis’ still can't grasp it Too young to understand the senselessness of a topic so sensitive There truly is no sense in this Our patriotic grievances With all these wars and smothered grins I wonder if anyone actually still believes in sins I myself no longer see the light I try so hard to catch another glimpse I once saw it as a young boy But then I grew up The shadow of the real world was too immense So it died out back then I haven't seen it since The human race The United States Says it strives for peace Yet the world’s becoming more and more of a crazy place They think being capable of the most destruction keeps us safe Yet it's dangerous so they develop destructive weapons behind closed gates The sins of humanity are clearly pointed out in our history We've had two world wars soon to be three. . . Undoubtedly. . . Guess Planet Earth is now a wars world It is this that makes the world so unworldly One race One world Divided we've always stood Divided we'll inevitably fall Tripped over our own two feet Caught up in the waves when our engines stall Capsized by the waves of our history. . . Sometimes so clear blue and so free Then sometimes as deep and black as could be History's developing a pattern so sink or swim won't matter A shadow over our own people we so easily cast Drowned in the darkness Caused by the ignorance so easily hidden and masked Caused by the heartless So oblivious to the past It's now just a matter of how long we can hold our breath How long we'll last One thousand years won't save our lives But thousands of lives can be saved for a lifetime if we understand the fact that... Wars don't determine who is right... Only who is left Only who is left to fight another day It's sad to say So sad to see Wish these soldiers could come home and live happily But when they close their eyes they see their brothers in arms meet their demise Again and again and they beg and they beg “Please god when does it end! ” "What do you want from me? ” "If it was only me and not them! " “Why couldn't you have saved my friends? ” “They were clearly the better men.” They had wives They had children They had lives Now what fills in? A flag in a glass case Right above the fireplace A picture frame of their smiling face An angel lost to amazing grace A silent dinner table . . . An empty space. . . A whole future. . . A whole life. . . Gone and erased. . . Lost to The Waves of War © 2017 SeemsPoeticAuthor's Note
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SeemsPoeticGreen Bay, WIAboutSelf taught artist. I write free verse and spoken word poetry. 20 years old. more..Writing
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