Left Behind

The dark side of some of us. I have spent 10 years in war ravaged countries. Not always in a gun toteing kind of job but I have seen more than enough threw the sight of a weapon.

  Left behind

A piece of me I left behind, in the storms great thunder in the theater of sand.

No peace for the weary heart. No goal, no flag to capture, no beginning and no end.

Prayers heard daily by all who are near, at home I still hear them but I never fear.

Everything in my life should be sweeter, the sun should be brighter and love should be deeper.

But none can cure my restless heart. None can cage the beast in me. When I am home I wish I was

there. When I am there I wish I was home. Over there, in the land that Jesus walked. A land so beautiful

and yet so lost. Lost, the word that brings us together.  Lost is the only word that describes the

generation of fraternal brothers and sister that have carried the same cross as Me.

We are here amongst you. We pretend to care and say the words but in our hearts the truth lies.

In us lies the beast waiting to return and unleash the fury and the fire with great vengeance.

Disconnected from all that is even deeper buried in our hearts and etched on our souls, the love,

The smiles and the happiness that is who we were before the storm of the sand came to us a stole from

us the innocence of ignorance. Plagued by the truth of who we are. We will muddle threw.

If I can find what I left behind I will leave the sand and never go back or as I sit here on the sand, writing

On this rock waiting, I will never come back.

Author's Note

No, I do not have to many phycological issues I am not already aware of. Thank you for pointing them out though. In my life I have learned to love and laugh and I have a support system int hte form of my signifacant other that is second to none. So have at, next time I will give it more than a few moments in the middle of the night in Afghanastan. Kandahar by the way if your wondering... Night friends.