Creative Writing Poetry

In the Fifth Year of the War (CW17-2015)

In the fifth year of the war
I was at peace
All my comrades were gone
They sent in relief
In the fifth year of the war
Faces were nameless
Blame was placeless, not
Only the natives were restless
In the fifth year of the war
I couldn't remember
The last, the past
Gone are the enthusiast
In the fifth year of the war
I don't know the old me
The year one soldier
The pre-war loafer
In the fifth year of the war
I pray for the living
what are we fighting for
Everything's been given
In the fifth year of the war
Death would be better
Dream. I see here forever
Scattered kisses, cries, screams
In the fifth year of the war
Home is under my feet
The blood-soaked earth
The forgotten streets

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