Upon the field of battle
Scorched ground
The countless dead
Just victims, no winners.
Black smoke
Fills the air
Praying for the saints
Cursing the sinners.
Trying to make sense
Of a senseless act
Where logic ends
And death plays a major part.
Trying to shut out
The cries and screams
Crushed spirits
And at least one or two broken
heart.
Awaken abruptly
Wondering where you are
All is dark and quiet
You're bathed in cold sweat.
Was is your imagination
Where the past and present
Somehow came together
Intersected and met.
What happened
Upon that field of battle
Has remained
Throughout these years.
Selected memories
Wishing to forget
Left alone in the dark
With your sadness and your fears.

Upon that field of battle