Battle Scars

[PeaceGirl Wilkins]

After it all, I am stranded on the battle field.
Remains not decayed enough to be memories.
The stintch of dead hearts rotting away
on my left and my right
teases me to tip toe out of this
but it is becoming me.

Oddments scrambled
on this barren dehydrated place.
I can hardly make of what used to be here.

There is the flag of laughter filled years.
Silent slightly slanted in the sand
sticking out of the cracked soiless surface.
The canon of betrayal filled tears
launched in the layers
of lust and love
landing right where regret stains
spotted the dishes
we thought we cleaned.

But, it doesn't make sense.

Why am I standing amid all of this?
Freezing like a dog not trained
to be a house pet
on the coldest winter night.
Where did that arm come from?
From where did that house broken
in bits of helplessness fall?
How long have I been out here?
Why is there all this dust?

Your watch is staring at me
telling me that you can't find the time
to come back or move on.
I am watching your time
waste away on this battle field.

You said you'd never leave.
I barely remember you going.

Just destruction and the yells
of damnation ringing in my ears.
Nothing is left alive.
All rotting but not decayed enough
to be memories.
Was there and will there ever be a victor?

I know this is the mess we made.

[C.M.C.]

After it all, I am stranded on the battle field.
Remains not decayed enough to be memories.
The stintch of dead hearts rotting away (it's spelled stench)
on my left and my right
teases me to tip toe out of this
but it is becoming me.

Oddments scrambled
on this barren dehydrated place.
I can hardly make of what used to be here.

There is the flag of laughter filled years.
Silent slightly slanted in the sand
sticking out of the cracked soiless surface. Try taking soiless to bare. Soiless isn't a word and it helps with meters if you wish to use them.)
The canon of betrayal filled tears
launched in the layers
of lust and love
landing right where regret stains
spotted the dishes
we thought we cleaned.

But, it doesn't make sense. (don't make this a lone line. It would work better in the next stanza)

Why am I standing amid all of this?
Freezing like a dog not trained
to be a house pet
on the coldest winter night.
Where did that arm come from?
From where did that house broken
in bits of helplessness fall?
How long have I been out here?
Why is there all this dust?

Your watch is staring at me
telling me that you can't find the time
to come back or move on.
I am watching your time
waste away on this battle field.

You said you'd never leave.
I barely remember you going.

Just destruction and the yells
of damnation ringing in my ears.
Nothing is left alive.
All rotting but not decayed enough
to be memories.
Was there and will there ever be a victor?

I know this is the mess we made. (once again add this to the stanza)

I like this poem. The subject matter, I feel has been done before, But that does not make it a bad poem. One thing that I suggest (only if you deem it necessary) is using meters to help give the poem some rhythm and structure. If you haven't heard of it, this is the thread that helped me out with it: http://pigpenpoetry.com/Thread-Basic-Meter