An Ever-Expanding Abyss
I smell the coppery scent of stale blood
and the stench of death, excrement, and piss.
A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud;
I never knew that war would look like this.
My mind is numb; I dare not shed a tear.
I can't change reality, so why try?
There is nothing left within me but fear;
I'm alive, yet sometimes I want to die.
I fear the killing will never be done;
hope has forsaken and abandoned me.
I fight in a war that cannot be won,
and I've seen more pain than I wish to see.
War is an ever-expanding abyss;
where merely surviving can feel like bliss.
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