(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)
The clouds are so heavy tonight.
Laden. With hope, or expectation?
Laying my weary frame down in the doorway, the cleanest one in two days
Wondering. Worth it, or not?
I blink, and my eyes close. But the shock of gunfire in my ear jolts me
Awake. Nightmare, or reality?
When will I sleep again?
A hoarse sigh
I shudder. Was I always so cold?
Looking up, the sky was the same as the day I stopped living
When I started dying for my country.
Here’s hoping there’s hope, for expectation killed.
Here’s hoping it’s worth it. What else is there to live for?
Here’s hoping I’m awake, so I can do something, anything
Here’s hoping they remember me.
Here’s hoping the loneliness stops
Here’s hoping the monsters won’t find me
Here’s hoping I was back there fighting
Here’s wishing I hadn’t left them.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
But was it patriotism, or idiocy?
Here’s hoping something changes.