Embody Me

Voiceless (Part 4 of the Another Man's Shoes Series)

In an open grave I have watched the light leave their eyes.
I have watched the mud lay claim on their minds and hold them hostage.
My mind is no exception.
The enemy has become faceless and I cannot stand to speak.
I don't remember when time became a mixture of bombs and bullets.
When the noise dies down, I see my wife standing before me as if I had never left.
When the rain begins again, she fades in a wash of tears with Hyacinths in her hair.
I cannot speak for my teeth are broken and my tongue has become useless against the dry air and sandpaper forced out of my lungs.
When the dust clears, I wonder why a nation of the free would hand deliver its men to death, alone with the voices of our friends and our children echoing like detonations in our heads.