A cold starry sky hangs high overhead
Inside sits a man who has cradled the dead
I see the scars that he will carry the rest of his life
And think of the images he'll see when taking a wife
He says 'what you see are the remnants of war'
And I gasp, because I have written that before
Tears come as he shows the wounds to his head
And my heart breaks with the words that he said
This man who lives, while around him they die,
Simply says 'It was just not my time'
As for the wounds he will forever bare
To see them is not to see all that is there.
The worst will come when he closes his eyes to sleep.
The flashes of the hell that war will reap.
He is still strong, brave, and quick to a smile.
But inside he is fighting a war all the while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvelous..very well narrated..neatly selected words! This powerful poem..A masterpiece!