All I See Is Bloody Scarlet

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A Poem

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All I see is dripping red-

I think it pours from my head.

All I hear is noise,

Squashed are all our joys.

Numb is all I feel now.

They don’t care, I ask how.

All I taste is ash,

After I see a grenade flash.

Death is all I smell.

I can hear it yell.

For us?

Or at us?

What crime is it that I exist?

Of course, when you attack me, I resist.

The last memory of my dear mother,

Is her calling out for my brother.

Too late was she,

Gone is he,

For they both died that night.

Crimson blurs my sight.

What is your last memory of your mama?

Does it cause you trauma?

When was the last time you saw your father’s face?