Free verse

Day 220: War Tales

If this is what, I fought for,
then why do I sit here,
silent and searching?
This is not the reality I envisioned,
the dream I was promised,
when I held you in my lap,
watching the blood flow,
mixing with the saltwater tides.
How could I have known that it was
my life,
my joy,
my pain,
my tomorrows,
that flowed out
that seeped out.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: I can’t quite remember the book I read but I remember the scene where the soldier stood after killing the “enemy” and he felt so lost. He lost the connection, at that point he had with being ‘human’. That scene stayed with me for years. 

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