War
I am a prisoner of war,
but I've never seen the battle ground.
The memories of loved ones gone
are planked by loved ones never found.

The bloody war I face each day
is a different kind of strife.
People pass without a sound
and kill their way through life.

They pound the hopes of civilians
to move their ranking higher.
They have no compassion for the people
who are in their line of fire.

My colleagues don't wear uniforms
to show their association.
They bear the marks of self-abuse
they've gained through desperation.

The enemy is everywhere,
in every place we turn.
The ones who lie, the ones who kill,
the ones who'll never learn.

Fighting hard to stay alive,
our defenses have been thwarted.
We shut out life to wake again
to a world that is distorted.

Wailing cries that never catch
our captor's vague attention.
The allies will not come for us
to save us from detention.

The war continues in my mind
and will until I'm dead.
Lost amoung the bloody souls
that dance inside my head.

--Daryl Molen


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