Geneva King

Soldiers

No one knows what goes on inside the head
Of one who has seen more than the mind can cope
Blood splattered walls
Blood puddled on floors
Bullet shattered walls
Flesh and bone!
The smell! The smell!
Will it ever leave the nose or brain?
Better not to sleep
And project the image on the mind
Blood splatterd walls
Bullet shattered walls
Flesh and bone!
Will their memory
Always be the ghost
That haunts their dreams?

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