The title tells us the speaker is traumatized, and the first stanza shows how. The war has "bled" their eyes, a strange, painful image that suggests the things they saw have left a lasting mark, as if looking itself became a wound. The word "afterwards" hangs at the end of the line, which makes the damage feel ongoing rather than finished. The war may be over, but its effects are not.
The second stanza turns to something small and gentle: thinking about a walk in the fields. The speaker says "we," so they are not alone, and the verb is "consider," not "decide." That hesitation matters. Going outside feels like a possibility that has to be weighed carefully, not something to do casually.
The mood is quiet, fragile, and tentative. Nothing dramatic happens, and that restraint is what gives the poem its force. The fields offer a hint of recovery, but the poem doesn't promise it will come.