The Stain Upon My Hands Comments

We, who have not felt the pain of killing others in war never think, of how much it can destroy the human being. How hard it is to live after. This sad and wonderfully introspective poem certainly opens our eyes and our hearts to what it is like. Extremely moving and excellent work.

'True through years, and countless tears, the numbers I have lost. But death does things that go unseen, inside a soldiers heart. Many nights are without sleep, days are without laughter....' These lines are beautifully written, inherently true in a universal haunting depiction of soldiers cursed by war plaguing memories and the lines 'The need to have my knife in hand, while setting in the pew. Tormented by the death I've bought, who's face I see on you.' brilliantly sadly portray the inescapable immediacy of conflict memories that cannot be exorcised easily if at all, by changes in location or the passing of time still unable to start or complete healing 10+++