war of my world

[Stories for Boys]

and there i sat, in the middle of the war
clothed in the red badge of battle wounds
surrounded by the deafening silence
i walked legless
i talked voiceless
still to my soul of souls
crashed down as the mortars flew
sorrow a shower of pain
all the dank fog of death
brought into my lungs, more with each gasp
absorbed into every fiber of my being
hope is but a memory, when so engulfed
but this dense darkness was penetrated by a figure
a small sparrow stirred curls in the doom
as if to mock it
stole my soul away, to the land of light

 

[The_Sweetest_Thing]

a small sparrow stirred curls in the doom
as if to mock it
stole my soul away, to the land of light

Oooh, a war poem.
So much better than mine.

This is excellent. Those lines above remind me of "Walk On"