War


Every night I sleep tossing about like a fish...
Pondering the thought of this all...
Is this my place in the world?

I feel the shells flying around me...
The wind making my heart weak...
Why is this heaven turning into hell?

I feel that what was once there, inside my heart has left for now...
I'm standing in the middle of a battleground without my gun...

I feel my stomach tingle once I see that I am not alone...
I look and see people gone, dead, seeking to do the very thing that I
have taken on...
I also see the ones I locked arms with seasons ago...
We have a bond that can never and will never be broken...

What I thought was gone was here all along...
Deep within...
It fills my soul and I am forced to tell the world...

This may have turned into hell...
But I look hell in the face...
It's fire and bullets and words fuel me...
I will die before leaving this...
This is a war...
Different than any other...
It will never end, and I can never win...

I now wake each day with a will to fight what I can never defeat...

By: Gary Forsyth