Warzone

This poem is fictional, about a soldier who is sent off to war but lives with the guilt of breaking a girls heart that he once loved.

Among the broken battlefield, black smoke fills my lungs,
And all the words I left unsaid lay heavy on my tongue.
I never realized lonliness could grip you to the bone;
I can still feel you in my arms, though I'm so far from home.
This faded picture does no service; the memories still remain.
You gave me your life and all your heart; I left you in the rain.
There's so many around me now, broken, empty, and crying,
Just searching for a reason, a cause that's worth fighting.
Isee their tears and I feel their pain; blood stains that which was thought to be so rightous;
Yet here we stand as brothers, forever bonded and united.
We came from many streets, and many foreign lands,
Standing for a greater cause; peace for our fellow man.
The truth is often swept aside, and there's no cure for the pain.
The dreams that I once had for us I've left forever stained.
If I'm dreaming I only pray that I would be woken,
For the heart that I once had only now lays bare and broken.
My tears don't seem to extinguish the pain of the wounds that are left unhealed;
The emptiness that I feel now only seems too real.
I'm hoping for deliverence; a chance to right who I've so wronged,
To find the path back to yesterday; to once again belong.
Behind these walls the enemy stands and I wake up in such a haze.
This is my reality; this is my price to pay.
The reasons I left are left unanswered, but these tears still remain.
Battered and bruised, scarred and broken, I only have myself to blame.
So here I stand upon enemy lines on the border of life and death.
I'll try my best to make it home if any part of me is left...