War

Channelling the spirit of WW1.

Never

Have I held

A rifle or a gun

In my hands.

 

Firing it

In anger or fear

Nor fired at.

 

And yet

Graphic images of violence

Fills my head

Of humanity's brutality

Towards each other.

 

Witnessing horrors

No child or adult should

When one sibling

Turns against another.

 

As fear becomes

A part of everyday life

Wondering

Where the next offensive

Will happen.

 

Or what new horrors

The human mind can unleash

Next

Upon the other side.

 

Inflicting mortal traumas

Which no one can see

The invisible scars

But they're real.

 

Victims suffering

In silence

Unable to share

What's happen

Behind their mental walls.

 

Until

The pressure becomes

Too much

And death seems

The only solution

For true release.

Author's Note

Originally written, June 24, 2014.