Sticky Situation

War poem

It's six in the morning

another gray dawn

our bodies are weak

and our faces are drawn

 

The soil had gone wet

from the rains of our blood

as the unit keeps crawling

their way in this mud

 

The bullets are flying

whistling our names

we're avoiding the sky

and it's fiery flames

 

With hell up above

it's not heaven below

we're feeling like raisins

struggling in dough

 

As we keep moving forward

our mind is now set

not on our pasty bodies

but the immediet threat

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

nice war poem, it flowed well. It was an interesting read, and use of metaphors, great write.