I Write Poetry

[b]Soldiers Pass[/b]

There is no script
There are no actions for my plan
No instructions to our wants

I will write you of your future
I will show you my past
I will bring you in at last

Guns blast. Lives lost
Broken glass
The sweeper sweeps
Liquid memories

Dead bodies
Left to rot
Soldiers fled
At what cost

To their bunks
Sleep away
Madness
Child screams

Blank page
So much regrets
My mind is gone
I have nothing left

Memories seem to flood
without words
The day is done

I have seen you sweat
I have seen you cry
I have seen the world change
In the blink of an eye