The Smell of War

Sweat
Blood
Iron
Fear

Hate
Anger
Darkness
Tears

Mud
Violence
Screaming
Hear?

The
Smell
Of
War

Ripped

there is always that feeling

of having been ripped

violently

from somewhere comfortable

and thrown into the eye of the storm

there is always that feeling

of getting a raw deal

shamelessly

walking into a trap

that was not even meant for you

there is always that feeling

of missing a great deal

things that were a part of you

now lost, alone and forgotten

but nothing can be done now

every man must move on

throw a shroud on the past

burn it and bury it deep

and pray the ghosts sit still