Of Pain, Loss, War and its aftermath

There is no poetry in pain...
Or words spoken in rhythmic cadence
There is no poetry in pain
Only sighs and tears and a heart fit to burst

There is no beauty in war
Or glory in a bloodsoaked erstwhile green field
There is no beauty in war
Only men hollowed by the trauma of a needless loss

There is no understanding of this
Pain and loss and war waged in my mind
Screaming yet not heard
Numbed by the deluge of relentless thoughts
thoughts too bizarre to be spoken