Fought for love
Fought for peace
Fought for memories I no longer can reminisce
The blood
The sweat
The fear
I remember it all
The stench of the trenches
The putrid cloud of anxiousness and calamity perpetually lingering
Never more than a few breaths short of inhaling pure death
But what is death compared to life?
Purer?
More sacred?
Meet me in the field and find out.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Fought for love
Fought for peace
Fought for memories I no longer can reminisce
The blood
The sweat
The fear
I remember it all
The stench of the trenches
The putrid cloud of anxiousness and calamity perpetually lingering
Never more than a few breaths short of inhaling pure death
But what is death compared to life?
Purer?
More sacred?
Meet me in the field and find out.