WAR-TORN
The only thing that gets him through the day
Is pondering being with them again
The void in his soul tends to always stay
Attached to questions that begin with ‘when’?
Like when will he be able to call home
To hear the details of wife and kids' lives
He makes sure to pack them into his dome
To ward off crazy thoughts till he arrives
And when will wife’s letters finally come
The wait has been so long he wants to scream
As months fly by his heart begins to numb
Her silence is crushing his self-esteem
Trying to stay strong is killing the fight
He’d planned to use to serve his country right
Copyright 2014
Charlene E. Green
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