Poem: War Zone


War Zone

And suddenly your place of peace
is once again a battle zone
and you are crawling on the ground
amidst the explosions all around,
finding a corpse on the earth,
afraid to pull back the veil, sure somehow,
it is you,
both enemy and victim,
unable to find your way

About this poem.

Sometimes you have a really bad day, self-inflicted and crawling out is harder than it should be.

The picture was taken in the Marine Corps Museum in Quantico, Virginia.


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