War is Like…
By: Paige Collins
Authors Note: ::sighs:: Yes. Another war poem. This one is better than the one I think I posted yesterday. Enjoy.
War is like the cold,
Cold wind howling on a wintry day,
Staying inside,
While the winds whip away.
War is like the dark,
When the power's out,
When you can't anything,
And a single candle has been put out.
War is like a scream,
A blood curdling scream,
Flowing, cutting through a haunted mansion,
On Halloween eve.
War is like dread,
Knowing nothing works out for the best,
Knowing they'll never rest,
Until you're dead.
War is like depression is,
It strikes so sudden,
So carefully,
But we have to live.
War is like the way we live,
So gentle and so care free,
But in the end,
I'm screaming inside,
The war has captured me.
War is like a clock,
Ticking, ticking away,
Counting the minutes and the hours,
While I sit and count the days.
War is like an evil nightmare,
That plagues you soft dreams,
It comes and goes but never stops,
To let you sleep.
War is like an echo,
Calling through the air,
Someone answers back,
But it's the someone you expected (of course.)
War is like something untold,
Something no has said,
Something so evil, so sinister, so…mean,
We wish it were dead.
War is not like a beautiful flower,
Blooming in the spring,
Instead it's like a spring shower,
Flooding through the fields.
War is like a cry,
Someone crying in the night,
Wakes up from their weird dreams,
To cry.
War is like a storm,
Casting a darkness over the land,
I feel like when I see those dreadful things,
Because now I understand…
War is so, so, so much like dying,
Seeing your own life before your eyes,
In an instant you could live,
In instant you could die.
War is not like something you can touch,
It's something you can do,
I wish I didn't do it,
I wish this war was through.
War is like a way of life,
But not all the time,
It scares me now, because my life isn't how it used to be,
I'm not how I used to be.
War can warp you,
War can change you,
Scar you,
Scare you,
Turn you inside out.
War can pain you till you cry out,
And run through the stormy night,
As the lightning flashes and your anger forms,
You run through the dreadful storms.
There's not a way to break through,
No light at the end of the tunnel,
Except in the end, when the war is over,
It still, in my mind, plays again.
So you see, war cannot be escaped,
That's what war is like,
It can make you cry into the night,
And live in the prison in your own mind.
How many more days till I die?
How many more to live?
War is like a wondering person,
Wondering everything.
War is not a thing I like,
Nor should you like it too,
War is like all these things,
War can get at you.
So I try not to let the darkness get me,
Though I know I'm already done,
So I pull through the day,
Make a way,
And see a light at the end of the tunnel.
War cannot be like that,
War is not hope,
War is evil, war is horrible,
But war is not like hope.
Authors Note: I went on and on. Sorry. I couldn't find a stopping point. I couldn't. Sorry I if I repeat myself. Sorry. Last part doesn't rhyme, I will say this once. It doesn't. Man. There, I said it again.