I've been hiding out for so long that now I am someone I do not recognize
feeling so tired and old really takes it's toll
I've spent too many years waging a war
and a great deal of it with myself
I'm longing for a reprieve and a welcome home party I do not deserve
Just like anyone else I cast shadows
they scare me so deep down
these scars I bear do not have talent
and without a voice no one wants you around
now all I can do is tip-toe oh so quietly past
as to not disturb my enemies
they write harsh words on the grenades
that laugh as they explode all around me
I'm in a desert of echoes
I've walked for days without water
yet somehow still feel like I'm drowning
as I grow weaker
I wonder if I should give up the fight
what good is war
when you are the only one left to fight for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so true, very well written, one could relate to this very well. keep it up.