THE WAR HANGOVER !

………………..sanity of despair and pain ………in vain, shifted the sculpted body closer a short grave voice is heard, “i to help u, the war is over” in confusion, and sense of defeat……….. …kneeling on tall roger, my self stood ….. smoke afar, cracking- rattling sounds are heard no more ……… on support, hould arm around his belt and trotted smell of gunpowder had been my oxygen, blood my daily sight …………………………I killed but not to be called a murder, it was war …………………and it left deeper scars and a sour taste in my heart. On hard rains my legs stood against my spirit…………… ……and to a straight lie of life conviction of an undecided mind that hath no choice of decision to stand in smoke of blood but right in time that was not right I engaged but only if time would let me exfoliate all my reminiscences that would grow me better, in chase of the life I’d lost from day to day wonder takes me to no future only the past keeps in capture nothing else other than myself suffering from THE WAR HANGOVER!