THE WAY
by Hannah Naomi Williams
How dark the way is to me
I stumble, fall, grope and mutter
The sky above laughs at me
Birds peck, chirp, screech and whistle
Distant sounds to my ears
How dark my memories are to me
Of home, fire, warmth and faces
All whispering to me
Come back, come home return
But I cannot reach them where they are
How dark the land is to me
The earth is dark and cold beneath me
Frosty, unknown, foreign soil
My own country of trees and lakes
Far buried in my mind
How dark this pain is to me
It aches and overtakes my consciousness
Blood and thunder are well known
The Stench of rotting, life in death
When it’s quiet my ears still ring
How dark the fighting is to me
Courage has evaded me
I have no anger left for my enemies
I aim my gun in hope of life
But death is all that finds me
How dark the way is to me
I press on, my heart straining
I still live a miracle
Every breath is precious
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