A gentle ray of sun kisses my cheek in the morning.
I bury my head deeper into my pillow.
Its warmth comforts my dreams of war and death.
The smell of it fades as the day advances.
The line between dusk and dawn is filled with battle.
Where were you as my soul raged through the night?
My chest tightened as the conflicts repeated over and over,
Unfinished thoughts contend for the peace that ebbing storms bring.
Punishment and pain vie within a window of sanity at three a. m.
I tossed and turned to find you wide eyed, looking at me puzzled.
How can I explain what goes through my mind,
When I struggle to keep in context all that I have seen?
Can you understand when I say I don't want to share?
The taste of blood remains like salt on my tongue,
Bitter yet leaving a craving unfilled.
