Hey, darling. I hope you get this letter.
I've been dying here without you and it's not getting better.
Please, don't be sad
I'll be safe inside Baghdad.
I know I may be gone for a year or two.
And I know that soon you will be due.
But tell my son that even though I'm out at my station, that I am fighting.
Fighting for this nation.
And as for you, my love. I can barely take this pain.
I'm living in a world where there's no such thing as rain.
I know I'm called a hero for standing here on this land.
But sometimes I wish things just got out of hand.
Sometimes I wish they started firing their bullets but just at me.
Sometimes I wish that bullet was a part of my destiny.
Sometimes I wish that bullet ended my life.
So I could no longer cry myself to sleep because I miss my wife.
I have a broken heart but it's all for my people.
YOU ARE READING
Views
Poetry"Views" is the second collection of my poems. For these poems, I decided to write with a bit of a challenge and put each poem in an uncommon perspective. Enjoy! :-)
