LOST RHYTHM AND RHYME
I want so much to express my feelings
But am lost for rhythm and rhyme.
The emotions I feel deep in my heart
For those that endured wartime.
I think about the battlefield
Showing no mercy for a single man.
Tears and heartache for a fallen brother
At the distance of less than a hand.
Screams and cries embedded in his mind
From bloodshed and indescribable trauma.
Holding his friend dying in his arms
His last breath whispers "call my Mama".
Shattered bones and broken dreams.
A strange smell in the air he must breathe.
Each sense of his body is filled with an essence
That in a lifetime will never leave.
Blood stained hands as it seeps in his pores.
Such anguish has soaked in to stay.
Buried so deep in the debts of his soul
To haunt him a lifetime, plus a day.
Is it drops of rain or splattered blood
Sweat or tears running down his face.
Eyes that are burning unable to focus
Crying get us the hell out of this place.
Fear and anxiety out of control
Anticipating their very own fate.
No rest for a weary soldier, just stillness
With a deafening silence, he must wait.
Eyes fixed, ears tuned in. he thinks.
Wondering how could this be God's plan.
The only warmth to the debts of his soul
Is his loved ones in a far away land.
At the pull of a pin it starts over again,
The bloodshed with visions of horror.
Will today be the moment you die?
The wrong place and for you it is over.
And what about the one that survives
To return to his home place again.
Suffering repercussions of a man made hell
For that Soldier it will never end.
No time to say goodbye to his brother
That in the madness of war gave his life.
Thoughts of, "WHY, why was it not I?" -
Cutting away at his heart like a knife.
Returning to the life he left behind
To find the war has stolen that to.
How could it be that he survived the war
And yet home where his life he would lose?
Nightmares, flashbacks, a constant battle
A life with lost rhythm and rhyme.
A Soldier never sees a day gone by
That his heart isn't lost in wartime.