THIS WAR

This war 

Has been going on 

For too long 

It robbed me of my spirit. 

And left my bones crushed. 

All the wounds 

Left some deep, ugly scars 

I bet it would 

Take time 

To fade away 

New wounds 

Come out 

Yet they don’t hurt no more 

Realizing 

How senseless I’ve grown 

I don’t hear 

I don’t feel 

I don’t smell 

I don’t taste 

And I’m seeing 

From another point of view 

Me looking at me 

Me watching me 

Like in a movie 

I see myself 

No longer shocked 

But rather disoriented 

When is it going to stop? 

When is it going to stop? 

This war 

Has been going on 

For too long 

Yet it never 

Became something 

I’d get used too 

I need You. 

To rescue me. 

To fly me off this mess 

And aid me 

Be my tourniquet 

Heal me. Heal me. 

I need You.