Trauma of War

The battle rages,

Comrades torn apart in noisy blast,

Bodies blackened by fiery holocaust,

Yet I survive.

The battle rages,

Snipers wait, weapons raised, taking aim,

Deciding who is to be slain,

Yet I survive.

The battle rages,

Friends caught by bomb and mine,

Their bodies turned to bloody brine,

Yet I survive.

I survive, though what to do,

The dead are honoured, as is their due,

But in my mind,

The battle still rages.

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