Unpeaceful

Night In My My The picture ice call "Class 1 Sand Storm" Taken by me

Unpeaceful

 

I fall asleep

And I'm there.

 The sounds, the sand, the smells

The faces, and the fears

The mortars, the rockets, and weapons of all kind.

Relief when it's not your turn.

Guilt when it's someone else's.

I scream the warriors cry

My wife wakes me.

I lie in a pool of sweat,

Again.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lydia]

Lovely write with great imagery embedded into it. Great write.

[Skye]

I love the feel of the very last to lines, they put a pang in my heart.

dark and well written