Unseen Scars

All over the world soldiers from all countries are fighting and participating in various battles whose mission is to destroy, defeat and conquer any destructive and evil things. These heroes can bring their lives to life lines and achieve important goals of near future or distant future. These soldiers are protective and defensive, brave and strong. They have power and weapons to destroy almost everything but they unfortunately show concern and support each other with encouragement and praise.

Owen's poetry includes themes that appear repeatedly, but it is invisible scars, but soldiers are not the same even if they return to their original state. In response to him, he never feels love or life again. Owen's War The terrible compassion, sympathy, resentment, and sorrow in his poems determined Owen's own personal warfare, devalued his weakness, weakened, and hindered him. I make him more hopeless and increase my exhaustion. His lungs are burning, he is panting, he is willing to give up, but his foot rejects him. They keep moving forward and keep on running. His body is exhausted, his head hurts, and his muscles are moving. Pain, his body cried out with pain, stop it! He can not stop it. It is increasing, only a few inches! Blood will overflow immediately! Blood will overflow to ease the appetite of the beast!

Why do we talk about blue feeling? Depression is not blue. It is an incomprehensible gray of fog, a ghost of an invisible ship in the Kuroshio, and the beams of the lighthouse are covered with clouds of solids touching the sea of ​​anger. It is a thick, pleated scar that creates the sharpest, deepest incision only. The blade of the blade has no pain in this cruel shell. Long far beyond that distance, greasy black blood will bled out, condensing losses and desires. I walk down the low boots. Tighten your ear, I can not hear any sound. At the bottom of the sea, under the pressure of the bottom of the Mariana trench, the tympanic membrane ruptured. Go deeper in the abyss of Lawrence of my soul. I saw the void, but I did not see it. It also abandoned me. As weighting as an old diver, I roam around useless seas. On top of that, the water shines in the blue of the Caribbean, the golden sun shines in a deep blue sky, and the birds sing. Here, a dark blind monster that is elusive. There is nothing that looks good