10-17-25

Bullets in borrowed boundaries

Soldiers all around me

I look and believe, what I see is war

But this is not what it seems 

I am still asleep

I am unable to speak

I am books of thoughts inside me

I am at peace 

But buried between those thoughts

Begins a loss of grandpas and their wars fought 

Beneath my silence brought a sadness 

and then “be brave” came like a wave 

Because of what they sacrificed and gave

So that I could sleep at ease 

But their lives were forever changed

Buried deep, the memories they keep

Loud and brief with unbent grief 

Years of weary wealth of unspoken scenes

Relived with all they have seen 

Beneath their nightly dreams

A loss of youth, ended in the name of peace 

And I am grateful for war that ends

But wish for war that never begins