Emotions

The love of the fight,
The hate of the war,

The sad in our hearts,
Yet pain is no more,

The anxiety of waiting,
The rush of the charge,

The generals persuading,
Prisoners at large,

The mind tells us go,
But the body tells us stay,

You see the constant flow,
But still remain at bay,

You walk towards your tomb,
As blood exits wounds,

For all that you see,
You wish to be free,

You look towards the sky,
and scream "why me?",

But only to realize,
That it's meant to be.