the fog of war …

when does this ache cease
where does this path lead

if not
deep

into the quagmire
of
no-mans land

alone lonely
wishing it were
the nightmares
once so real

now all too true
as i lay
bogged down

stagnant entrenched
inert
yielding not an inch

yet still
still

not a moment passes
and
hardly a second fractions

till

thoughts of you invade my being

pummeling through me

a dazzling light
blinding ablaze

breathing fire

igniting
raw real
famished

desire to breathe

again
once more

in
my sleepless dreams

wounded
shrapnelled torn

forever
slipping into the blur

yet still
still

“its alright”

yet still
still

its your voice
that

through the fog

i hear

                … a faint
                      murmur

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