Dreams Of War Poem by Christina Ross

Only dust waltzes passed me
And even it seems to be scarce.
As I lie perfectly still
On a ridge in the heart of the desert

No living soul treads along here
Only the souls of the Lost Ones

I’m still here waiting
Hoping that soon I’ll be home.

My journey has left me
Stranded, Hungry, Homesick
And Alone.

Suddenly

Fire erupts below.
I see my companions fall
And yet orders to fire never come

I now see nothing.

Smoke of tanks and guns
Cover the ground beneath me

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Rocks next to me fly into mid air
As I look back up,
I see him. That man.
He’s shooting.

My spotter bleeding
As he lays beside me

I aim.
Shoot to kill.
And that man...
He screams and falls.
Dead.


Then I wake up.
Sweating.
Coming to peace again..

Haunted only by my past -
In dreams of war.