I hear the sound of dying souls.

In a war between friends and foes.

Screams of pain echo all around.

I tell you it is not a comforting sound.

I see blood flowing like a river.

The sight makes my nervous system shiver.

I feel the pain of all the dying.

All their eyes monsoonly crying.

Everwhere blood and gore.

Then i awake and hear my wife snore.

To myself i say thank goodness i was not there.

For some poor souls this life is not fair.


  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2018 01:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Aislinn Wilson.
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  • Goldfinch60

    We can all be thankful that we were not there. Very good write, we must stop these wars.

  • Nicholas Browning

    Life is most unfair for the innocent.

    • Wallace

      So true, ta for comment.

    • Lorna

      Yes I always feel gratitude for having been born in a peaceful time with no bombs in sight....... but also feel guilty that I am (relatively) safe where others are not...... especially for the children.

    • Aislinn Wilson

      this is wonderful

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