Blood Stained Bodies

Blood stained bodies,
I see them everywhere.
Blood stained bodies,
their faces can be traced.
in this thick haze,
calling they are for help.
But I can do nothing,
for the blood stained bodies.
Because I am myself dead,
I just can't touch them.
Nor can they touch me,
I want to help.
these injured souls,
but I am lifeless.
I feel hopeless,
I am just watching them.
and their blood stained bodies,


My Comment:
This poem is set in a battlefield, it is a narration of a soldier who is dead. This soldier is dead. He can see his wounded fellows. He wants to help his fellow soldiers, who are injured, but alive, but he knows he cannot.

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This blog will be a forum for poems, that don't fit in the typical mold, that won't be published, which are radical, creative beyond understanding, socio-political, or show a picture of truth and reality. Majority of them were written from the year 2001-2003