I charged at the enemy, slashed, cracked, pierced, wounded and killed. The ecstasy of fleeting lives, still stale eyes, a ****** reached. ***** mingled with feces, kidneys cooked by grenades, a scent of the battlefield.
I am in diapers my ***** now mingled with feces, faces of nurses scowling. My skin a worn, wrinkled cloth. Scars of a warriors pride have long faded. I can taste no more My sight a sea of shadows, whispers of waling widows cling to my ears. I long for battle cries. I use to breathe battle but now I'm bedridden with tubes and diapers. no sleep, no rest, no peace nor death.
I wrote a poem called the old lady, this one is about an old man.