Coma War

You go into war yourself, you come out a stranger.

Their hearts are set on their country,
but no one sees the obstacles ahead.
It's all very new to the untrained eye,
and can turn ones life around.

Adrenaline pulses through their veins,
whoosh whoosh!
Handsome face covered in soot.
Clear eyes under black masks.
Faces dirty and fatigued.
Time has gotten to their heads,
almost as if it's stopped.

Has a million years gone by?
No one can remember reality.  
War has used it's evil hands to erase everything.
No one could ever smile again after what they saw.

Coming out of war is like coming out of a coma,
dazed and confused about the real world.
Standing there looking at old pictures of ones self,
can't remembering who they once were.

Author's Note

I hate war. For history class we read All Quiet on the Western Front, then had a project. I wrote a poem and I wanted to see what people thought.

Reviews

[Frifthor (D^2)]

A great poem which seems to relate to the things we are seeing as more troops start to come home from wars across the globe. The emotional scars just never seem to vanish, even though the human memory does its best to protect itself. I like the way its written in blank verse, as I often become frustrated with how constricted rhyming poetry is.

[Joe]

I really like this poem. It has great imagery and word choice that help if flow nicely. Very good subject matter. Great job! Keep it up!