Combat Veteran's Lament
The face in the mirror is a face I can’t see.
I seem to forget what that face used to be.
I’ve searched and I’ve prayed for that face to appear,
But all that I see is a cracked, broken mirror.
I hear endless missles explode in my ears.
I feel the harsh downpour, the myriad hot tears.
I smell the burnt flesh, and I touch the cold ground.
There’s no sign of water.... but surely, I’ve drowned.
I live in a daydream and waken at night
To memories laden with guilt, laced with fright.
I follow my fantasies; there is nio choice.
The screams that I hear are my own tortured voice.
Awake in my nightmare, I watch it unwind:
The film of atrocity moored in my mind.
I live it again as it scorches my soul.
At sunrise, I shudder. I’m no longer whole.
“But why has the dawn come?” I ask every day.
I feel that the night wind has whisked me away.
I gaze in the mirror, but there’s nothing to see.
Ghosts don't cast reflections. There is no more”me.”
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