Last night, I couldn’t sleep
My mind drew a picture of you
My belly rumbles
as I seat on the sofa you always seat
and the doorbell rings
I stand, sit and rise again
Please Lord, no soldiers today
It’s been a year of waiting
Through winter nights
And pillows filled with tears
Silent rhythms of my body aging
From the lack of you here
Do come home
When the evil war passes over
Its ending is our beginning together
Let the promise of forever be stronger than the calls of death
As I stand to open my home’s door
Let it be no soldier of death
I look through my door’s hole
A glimpse of dread
Sturdy fellow on the other side peeps back
A braveness takes over
I open with peace
He opens his lips
He bravely shatters my soul
Today is the end
He spills tales of death like it’s fame
Another one of us has fallen today, he says
Fallen or died?
For justice or political ego?
His death holds no gallant victory for me
It’s bleeding sorrow
I had prayed the fallen one won’t bear this address or name.
***You can also read my other poem: Stand
