The Past Death
The blast,
An all powerful destruction,
Feared so much,
Yet used so much,
The blast so devastating,
So heartbreaking,
A change of worlds,
As the blast pushes threw,
Unstoppable,
Until all is lost,
Even by the winner,
Man stands in awe of the blast,
So bright,
So much fire,
The blast flashes in the night,
And the sound so deafening,
The men that survive,
The blast so brutal,
Are never the same,
This is war,
Breading only destruction,
The blast of war so quick,
So far it seems like it will never end,
Laying nothing but death and blood,
The survivors are dead inside,
Yet living,
Like the war,
The war always seems of the past,
The war happening around us,
Never really touches us,
Until death comes home to us,
Wars have never been fought here,
Unless they are the past.
Copyright © Joseph Schaffer | Year Posted 2014
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