A Putrid Expanding Abyss
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I can smell the coppery scent of blood
and the stench of death, excrement, and piss.
A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud,
I never believed war would look like this.
My mind's gone numb; I cannot shed a tear.
I can't change reality, so why try?
There is nothing left within me but fear,
the more I live, the more I want to die.
I fear the killing will never be done,
God’s both forsaken and abandoned me.
For I fight a war that cannot be won,
and I've seen more pain than I wish to see.
War is a putrid expanding abyss,
so simply surviving can seem like bliss.
(Sonnet)
1/1/2019
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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