Another Expert From A Broken Soldiers Diary

All I see is red before me. A red so deep I could sink into it.


Smell. The smell of death, rotting bodies around me and no exit from them.


The bitter - sweet taste of blood invades my mouth, finding shelter under my tongue and on my lips.


Silence. I cant even hear the rustling of leaves.


I hold the hand of my dead best friend, her motionless body lying pavement. And a thousand others next to hers.


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10 years later


After all these years I still feel dirty.

Dirty and marked with the blood of my dead companions and how I could’ve saved them.

And how in the end I didn’t.


- Excpert from the diary’s of a broken soldier.


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Authors note:


After I read shatter me, I just thought about making little experts from diary’s and it actually really fun 😀. Hope you enjoyed the poem/text!

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