“And I don’t have to be that person”
I heard you say
Perhaps reaching;
Hopes to get through the day.
I believed your words,
And now you’re dead
Your pain resonates,
Still, and all you said.
The musings of God weren’t enough to prevail,
To pull the battle from the soldier,
Would take a hurricane force gale.
They set you “free”
Or so they said,
Did they even care
In a year you’d be dead?
I picture you in Iraq
Crouched, readied; dust and dirt
Pointing a gun another
How could that not hurt?