Narrowly I trip through the wires
Carefully crawling, body low
Hugging the earth, kissing the ground
Dodging the bullets and their constant flow
Shelter is deep, but I remain shallow
At the end of the battle,
with the war still on
A brief pause in the chaos
A Stillness...nothing won
When I stand tall....I can finally see
All those I've buried below my feet
I am so proud, Although mired in deceit
There is no happiness in this relief
Just pain, confusion, and a crushing grief
And In this struggle a cynic breeds
For I no longer openly weep
Pain overcomes decency,
It washes such evil in solid white
While pushing all good
into the darkness of night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tracy, such a great thought...10+++++