the day is cold
one would mistake it for night
for the clouds and smog cover my sight
my helmet is heavy on my head
I look around to see many dead
so much blood
not even a warning would
prepare me for what comes next
I hold my gun close to my chest
pointing at any target
no matter the training I had done in the past
nothing would train me for a bullet so fast
deep in my heart
tearing it apart
I can finally find peace
among this war
I can join the lost
this time with no cost

//with some poems I will add a short story //

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