I am alone in my life because I am never alone in my head, thoughts moving a million miles, carrying me further and further into isolation. I fight for my freedom, a constant battle waged on an endless battlefield beyond imagination and proportion. All is calm and well outside, and bystanders go on never hearing the bombs and the guns. No one ever sees the heaps and mounds of bodies rotting and covered in flies. No one sees the endless fires burning, the smoke so thick it has blocked out the sun, leaving eerie shadows cast by wicked fire,the smell of sulfur choking the air. No one feels the pain of bomb fragments blowing holes through their bodies, nor the numbness of shock as the blood flows from their body.The screams of the tortured and dying fall on deaf ears. Maybe one day the fighting will end and I will be free of myself, to win a battle that never was, to return to a place I have never been and join people I have never left.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 19:19:50 +0000
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