The Wall

Only Way Out

War...

Not a kind soul to anyone.

Death...

A constant reminder of life's cruelty.

We march...

Fully equipped with hope and a gun.

We protect...

All our countries people and their humanity.

It was suppose to be a simple easy plan.

To collect supplies from a nearby village.

Our enemy had other plans on their thoughts.

We arrived and bullets firing began.

Their mission to kill, destroy, and pillage.

We battled, with all our hearts we fought.

Death took his tributes that faithful day.

Blood fell to the ground and it stained and seeped

But, sadly, death is neither kind or fair.

A child no older that eight stepped in a bullets way.

For it was his soul that death reaped.

It was my bullet.... That flew through the air.

War....

Doesn't do justice to anyone.

Death....

A cruel action everyone dreads.

I survived...

And battle we had won.

A nightmare...

Is now the war I face in my head.

I lived through that day, but my mind is haunted.

That child's eyes paints my thoughts forever.

No innocent child deserves death as a fate.

Now a dream keeps me awake, a dream unwanted.

When do I escape this torture, it could be never.

Death came for a child, but I must wait.

A child that did nothing evil or wrong.

Versus, me a man who has see much blood shed.

I drink myself to cure my pain with no success.

Will I this dream fade or will it be lifelong?

That bloody child's corpse plagues my head.

I feel I only have one way out of this obsessed mess.

War....

A dangerous game adults play.

Death....

Something that I deserved not that boy.

Obsession...

Is a curse I face day after day.

A nightmare...

I work day after day to destroy.

I laid on my bed his pale bloody face plagued me.

I thought and thought, I knew the way to escape.

I rubbed the rope in my hands, a tear rolled down my cheek.

This was the only thing I knew to help me flee.

I knotted the rope perfect and over the balcony I had it draped.

I tried to be strong, but this nightmare made me weak.