His Seperate Peace

War is hard, especially when you don't have to be a soldier to become a casualty. (Not an actual experience)

His Separate Peace

I took his hand, I asked him why

he looked at me and started to cry

His eyes told stories of his past

some warm, some cold, some too good to last

His gun, his boots, all laden with dust

his knife, his bullets, all coated in rust

Though war is gone, it stays in his head

his friends, his love, all buried and dead

The time has robbed him of his freedom

his mind, his reality, there is no happy medium

though we are here, and he is as well,

his mind’s eye sees only where his lover fell

In cold blood they killed her, breaking him down

and he whispers her name, but nowhere is she found

The little he speaks, the worse I feel

his darkest secrets are never revealed

Her murder, his loss, her life, his pain,

upon my exit, his tears fall like rain

it seems that this is short to last

when I return, his tears hide behind that stone mask

That he wears to keep me and my concern at bay

he denies it and hides it until the day

that it comes out, full force, and strong

and softly I repeat myself, saying nothing is wrong

With the way he feels, torn apart and broken

grieving for his friends, his wife and lover, who were stolen

because of his choice, call, his mistake

I can feel his heart, pulsing, throbbing, starting to break

I pity him as I pity her, their lives never truly lived

only in the end did they bot  see what the other would give

her life for his, his life for hers, both ready, prepared

to lose their freedom, their lives, memories shared

So now he sits alone, in this peaceful place

reaching out blindly, the sun in his face

and in this light, he sees another world, speaking not a word

and in these moments, I know he’s free, he’s with her

Author's Note

Note that this is not an actual experience. It is a work of poetic fiction.

Reviews

[Mary]

oh my goodness! thank you.

[Angelic Surrender]

Touching and beautiful work :)

[devon]

What can I say other than wow?

This was absolutely beautiful and heart wrenching and touching and everything else that makes a good story!

You truly have a gift and talent for writing, as made evident by this lovely poem.

Keep on writing!