Churned, hurt, wounded, crushed
I returned from the day’s battles
To take some rest and heal himself
before I called for the next day’s battle.
I lied on my back and watched the ceiling
my mind traumatised
too well aware of my being as a warrior
I had no thoughts nor feelings.
The black sky covers my coarse body
blackened by stains of mud and blood
The silent night makes no effort
to disrupt the blankness in my mind.
I felt a pain in my arm
and finds a trivial slice of metal
penetrated deep down into my flesh
Like a young ave hiding deep inside its nest
in absence of its parents
scared to look out to the harsh world
scared to open its eyes, and find its parents not there.
I appreciated my reward for a moment
Then keeps my hand back down
“The pain will go soon,” I thought
It pains me more to think it will.
I looked at my palm and closes my eyes
A single drop of tear leaves me
trickling down his face it gives me a shiver
Like trickled down once a finger from that palm
I wouldn’t have shed that precious drop had I been unaware
that what made me loose myself was fired by someone my own
A brutal error by a beloved comrade
To compensate my loss I was bequeathed
tears and empathy and pity and kindness
Each tear charred My soul
like acid mercilessly penetrating into the depths of metal
eating it as it proceeds
till the strong metal is burned and crushed
into a useless piece of scrap
of no value, of no use
till it is burned and moulded and cast again.
I don’t realise when the pain leaves my psyche
and a void again takes over
and again I hear the silence
before I called for the next day’s battle.
Really touching!!!! Love ur style of writing:)