Poetry

November 3, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Ramona Thompson

 

 

Torn Apart By War

 

 

There’s no escaping all I have done in this wasteland

One nightmare after another still grips me

As I wrestle with demons no one else sees

Remembering is always the worst part

Never free of their faces or cries of horror as they die

 

All because of the solider before them sworn to do his duty above all else

Panting and sweating every night I awake crying out to the injustice

All I ever wanted was to serve and protect

Reality does not match the fiction in my head

The noise of the screaming never leaves me even when I’m awake

 

Before I was just another normal, everyday man

You would’t wanna know the man I am here today

 

What is done can never be undone

All I can do is live minute by minute

Reaching but never quiet finding again the peace I once had

 

Before the solider was called to do his terrible duty

God forgive me

If only I had known

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ramona Thompson

Ramona Thompson

Ramona Thompson has been writing for more then 20 years. Her credits include work with horrifiedpress.com, Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, Blood Moon Rising, Infernal Ink, Tuck Magazine and many more.

1 Comment

  1. r soos November 03, at 17:08

    "you would’t wanna know the man I am here today" - yeppers that's the truth. Thanks for sharing! -Rich

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