An apparition
Of the darkness,
I can see you,
Your real.
I can see the scratches
You left from shaving,
The dark winkles
From the Iraqi sun.
I can feel
Deep pain
In your smile;
Like a nation crying.
'Good morning', I say
As you blankly stare.
I know you.
Yet you smile,
And you laugh
At the reasons
We are here.
I want to scream,
And hurt you...
Slowly we fade
In the mist of morning.
Funny, how desolation and war
Can reach out In a dream
And force
Reality into our lives.
It always has.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well rounded - a wonderful effort!