Controlled Rage.

Poem about the possible feelings of the dark side of a soldier.

The fire burns inside,

leaking anger outside,

Going into a frenzy

ignoring the penalty.

The steam escapes,
flowing with hate.
Up in the sky,
Destined to die.

The flame gives rage,
breaking the guilt cage,

Battling with fury in a fast sway,
until death's hand takes away.

Fire burns completely out,
Steam gone without doubt.
Drawing their paths with blood
drowning their sorrows with mud.

Sadness quickly follows,
Filling the missing sorrows.
Giving a respected moment to the dead,
including the missing comrades of bloodshed.

After the Sadness is released,
it is strapped back on it's leash.
Tieing it deep down in the heart,
Stopping it from falling him apart.

As this story is stuck in a loop,
for all of those called a troop.

Author's Note

Some scribbling, nothing special. Poem is about the dark side of a soldier, and how quickly it is hidden. No offence meant to all soldiers out there, and a hope that all soldiers return home to their families safely in full health.

Reviews

[FeliciaS (Poetic Prince..]

sad, but wonderfully written