A Putrid Expanding Abyss

Written by: Emile Pinet


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. For there's 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 has left my heart, and abandoned me. For I fight a war that cannot be won and seen more than I ever wished to see. War is a putrid expanding abyss where simply surviving can seem like bliss. (Sonnet) Jan. 1, 2019 War Sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Massey