Poem From Iraq

POEM FROM IRAQ

When the guns lay silent
and my weapon rests
When morning comes
and greets me
and puts medals on my chest;
I will weep
and remember.

Don't ask me why
I cry
for I might
have to tell,
Show you
what's inside of me;
the visions I have
of hell.
For all that’s lost
I remember now
And pain
it racks my brow.

The eyes have seen
the darkness fall,
and I felt the fear
of men
And here I am
in desert waste,
preparing for home again.

Where is the Angel
that guided me?
Where is the spirit true?
Where is the love
that I have lost?
My darling
where are you?


BY: PrivatePoet