War Poetry

• Bethany Tender
• Poetry
• 2010

"The stench of blood tickles my nose,
The stab of pain as bullets slice through my skin,
The chill as blood drains from my body"

"Commands being yelled here and there,
Always falling on deafened ears.
Blinding light takes your sight,
Stumbling through suffocating darkness"


"Smoke billows to my lungs,
The pain hits me with a gurgle of blood,
Eyes widen, this is the end;
Death has come to take the debt"