"War"



I Coware at the sound of modern destruction. The thunderous sounds make me cringe in my corner of rubble.
I know I'm afraid, but of what? I know that I can't stop the war that wages, but I don't wish to shed another drop of mans blood.
I was trained for war, but war has overtaken calm. A calm that I so dearly miss.
I ponder the sounds in the cold, quiet night. Sometimes, I hear whispers of illusions. Others, I see menacing shadows walking, and crawling, and hiding.
My hands, Chilled as ice. Cuts filled with the soil of another mans land.One that we so desparately want.
In the cold, I can only feel the frost on my feet. Dampened, aching. Sores bleeding agonizing pain, I can only wish to scream.
Now I realize what I fear. What I'm so afraid of about death's door.
I fear not the way I meet my demise. I'm not afraid of death's cold blade. Though, I'm still scared for life.
I now know what's filling me with this poison of cowardice. It's not where I die, not how I meet my end.
I'm not afraid of the enemy I've drempt over me while I sleep.
I don't fear the illusions of my suffering. I now know what it is that I'm so deeply afraid.
I'm afraid to die alone..

You speak of two of man's universal concerns-war and dying alone with perception. I especially like the line "cuts filled with another man's soil."

Thank you :)
That line is also my favorite.

Thanks for sharing nice write