THE AFTERMATH

Its not the war that weakens me; its the aftermath that has chosen not to leave me.

 

 I drag my feet on this broken ground,

And wait for this heart to make a new sound.

Blisters on the skin are healing away,

but I know,

the unseen cuts are here to stay.

 

Its not the war...

 

The past  still lingers, still haunts,

Traces of blood havent completely gone;

Bruised memories remind me of the ledge I stumbled upon.

 

Its not the war....

 

Someday I'll lose my senses; the bleeding will no longer hurt...

Intoxicated by this pain, eventually, I'll shut.

 

Its not the war that weakens me; its the aftermath that has chosen not to leave me

Reviews

[B arbara Franzen]

Excellent personification. The feeling you put forth is good. I would strive for more word variation. Something with more punch. You could check for other words that stand for weaken and leave. Otherwise this is very good and maybe you will chose to leave weaken and leave. the aftermath stalks me like a hunter refusing to abandon me.

[Bhoomi Parmar]

thank you Barbara.