Sad Spector Soldier by Carol Anne LaPolla

Sad Spector Soldier

Wounded in battle

Can’t sleep through the night

Do I desert the war,

or stay on to fight?

Does it matter in the aftermath, which side was wrong,?

When we forgot where we came from, and where we belong?

Shell shocked, witnessed atrocitys, it is too much to bear, for someone so beaten down she’s not really there.

Like a sad specter soldier with the 100 yard stare. I can no longer cry, feel, or care.

Desperatly seeking shelter, but there is no where to hide, because the one who cut me so deeply, was supposed to be on my side!

So who is this enemy who now wears your face?

What happend to the man I knew, before this stranger took his place?

My wounded heart hemorrhages sorrow, knowing that for us there maybe no tomorrow.

I’ll survive and go on; but a part of my heart died today, it’s my last gift to you, as I fade away.