19 January 2013
No, if I reach out, I'll see I have no hand, the trenches empty, God has deserted me, as Has my friends, my army, my family. Tell me I am not alone here, Maybe this is just a bad dream, A nightmare, far removed from Reality, but Every night is the Same, it seems.
Are you there? Can you hear me? Reach out somebody, please, I am Enduring this hell, but I'm scared
Just please tell me you see me Uniformed and well, and Say I am just under sedation, Taken to somewhere safe;a hospital
Or perhaps, in the shelter, in bed Under the covers, with Rachel, my wife, and Dyfed, my child
Lying quietly,holding your hand, or In an ambulance, a red cross Van, taking me away from battle. Everywhere is white. It's begun to Snow. And I can see a bright light.
Distantly, doggedly, the soldier Reaches out, his hand is gone, and Everyone around him fled, And snow falls, and he fears this Man is dead. But I can see his plee, his desperation, is Nothing but a dream; our daily lives Given to us by love and war in duality
The Soldier • Opuss № I