Part 3-Inerasable Heart Poem by Joseph Blitch

Thankfully not in a box as many had flown.
At last my war time done, I returned home.
One mans beating for the prosperity of czars.
Not just bodily harm, but with mental scars.
Professionals have erased what they could.
But flash backs make a man misunderstood.
I pillow my head, but I am unable to sleep.
As scenes of fire fight before my eyes creep.
A child with a grenade, a suicide bomb, a gun.
What can I do, there’s no place or to time run.
As in life no choice for me my fate was sealed.
War is evil, in battle, you kill or will be killed.
I was told being a hero was my patriotic duty.
From terrorist attack I would protect my cutie.
Loving my life I was drafted without a choice.
Not wanting to go, yet no one heard my voice.
Where is the one who lovingly waited for me?
Too much time for her, started over possibly.
No trace of her physically could I ever find.
Inerasably in my heart, eternally on my mind.