I feel nothing, nothing evermore
Death,
I see it everywhere,
In the street corners,
In the houses,
On the rooftops,
Everywhere.
I see friends falling all around me,
Falling to the bullets of the enemy.
I am have been numbed,
Numbed by the carnage of war.
I felt nothing,
As I shot the man in front of me.
I felt nothing,
As I threw a grenade
Into the house,
And heard the screams of the innocent,
As they burned, their limbs blown off,
As their life, forever, was extinguished.
Anguish,
Torment,
Sorrow,
Anger,
Fear,
Loss.
All these I felt after my friend got shot.
But now,
I feel nothing.
No anger,
No pain,
No fear,
No anguish,
Nothing.
All feeling
Was blown away.
The shards of glass,
Piercing my face,
The blood,
A gruesome tapestry
On the wall
I feel nothing,
Nothing, evermore.
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