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.