Friday, November 28, 2014

Abecedarian of a Lost Soul (Draft Three)

A boy, a girl, a hero
Brave, fearsome, courageous or
Crazy enough to travel where
Death himself lives - carefully calculating their
Every move and desire as they begin
Forgetting themselves and forgetting
God as they close their eyes shut, trying to
Hold on tight while memories rush in
Invading their senses, leaving reality
juxtaposed with the faces of whom they
killed, but why they had to die, they’re no
longer sure. Call it war, call it justifiable
murder, call it what you may, but in the
night when gunshots are the one and
only thing that wakes you and
pain is all that reminds you you’re alive - even
quicksand appears to be a better end than
ricocheting bullets that leave nothing but
scars behind. You slowly begin to lose
track of who you are as you cling to the
up-sides of life. Upsides? You spend your time
veering to find yourself as you impatiently
wait for that moment when the
x-ray of your life comes back saying that
“You are who you are not” not a

zealot or a soldier but….