War

I could smell the thick misery
of the innocent in the air
as I wandered passed the
memories of homes
that were not mine,
memories that
beckon,
haunt,
and scream
from the things
left behind,
the plushies, a child’s best friend
lying torn to pieces in the mud,
the other child’s best friend
lying in a pool of blood,
and right over there
I could imagine the bleeding mother
kissing her son goodbye.

I lose, and you lose,
and we lose, and they lose,
and the blur that is the world turns
at a pace too fast while it screams
its deafening chants in my ears
while my thoughts
panic.

The world is screaming;
his heart’s still beating;
she’s still breathing,
                                    I think?
        oh god,
                       oh god,
  oh god . . .
why him,
     why didn’t that one duck,
          why didn’t he over there move . . .
               why,
                    why,

                         why . . .

Silence.

She doesn’t look at me the same anymore.

I burned breakfast this morning,
and all I could smell was death.

He shook me awake in the middle of the night
because his nightmares were scaring him,
and all of a sudden he’s scared of me.

War, war never changes.

Reviews

[Pax]

I lose, and you lose,
and we lose, and they lose,
and the blur that is the world turns
at a pace too fast while it screams
its deafening chants in my ears
while my thoughts
panic.

--- LOVE, THOSE LINES.... you penned such invoking, such heart poured into what seems like a never ending chaos that keeps on repeating... histories keeps coming from the grave into anew set of problems.... how powerful your words are, my friend, how you presented it with such creativity and truth to what we see now and before... well done!

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, I'm flattered, Pax! Thank you for stopping by.

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Powerful and very mean piece, nicely written.

Kaze~

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you for the kind words, Katherine.

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your very welcome. :-)

[Emily]

Love the meaning!
Well done Tai!

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Emily.

[stars are far]

yeah, i do agree, wars never change... that was well done piece.. keepup the good work :F

[Tai Ryens]

Thanks for stopping by, stars.

[Baby Ricochet]

I liked the "I wandered past the memories of homes that were not mine" line. It reminded me of being on walking patrols through neighborhoods we could have all easily been killed in. Some of us were. You did good with this one Tai. Most of the war poetry I've read on here by those who haven't been scorched has a clueless quality that's kind of annoying but this peace doesn't have that going on. Excellent work young man. Excellent. There's a kind of dark understanding in you. That's a real gift. Don't let some d****e therapist tell you it's bad and try to medicate it away. That's just someone trying to force you into a box . F**k that.

[Tai Ryens]

I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for stopping by, Baby, it's always a pleasure to hear from you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

war burns, war scorches the bodies and hearts of not only those directly involved, but also the families who deal with the nightmares, the changes.

this is so strong...

[Tai Ryens]

It's truly saddening that those not involved with the conflict but in the wrong place at the wrong time are always the one to face such changes. Thank you for stopping by.

[Rene Salinas]

Killing Begets Killing amazingly enough has become a theory. I know the stupidity behind my useless information is such that I can say I read the theory. So let me share with you a little bit"Killing appears to perpetuate itself even in the absence of retaliation.". Amazing we needed them to spend hours thinking to discover that? Well then you wonder why then we can't get along. This writing is fully imbued with the desperation, desolation, contradictions, illness as a result from War. We are in the midt of many and at least around here no one feels to responsible.

I can't wait for the scientists that evelop a theory of the negative aspects of indifference.....

Very intense

Thankyou

[Tai Ryens]

Interesting thoughts, thank you for reading and reviewing.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem told a true story of war. Smell, noises and memories. Stays with you. The poem was honest and direct. Create places and situation where no-one can win. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you for stopping by, Coyote Poetry.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.