WAR Poem: I Was There, By J.P. Arnault

I Dreamt I Was There When The Bomb Dropped
I felt the acid laced shrapnel pierce my bones
Beneath my feet, the ground crumbled
Like a bird, away I was carried into the air

Never again did these shoes touch the land
Nor did they stay floating in the abyss
Worse than the burns, it pains me to say
Was that my brain convinced me of what I would miss

I awoke to pure darkness
There was nothing for me on that side
But seeing as my body and I divorced
I couldn’t help but question who He was

When all was said and done
I returned to the sleep I couldn’t fear
And as my body left me once again
I knew it could never be the same

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