The Desert Wind Read Count : 47

Category : Poems

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Into the night on the desert wind,

Never to return to this place again.

The heat of the day and the chill left at night,

Are but memories as we take flight.

The Sands may blow and ravage the land,

But I no longer hold the weapon in my hand.

Tears were shed, as well as blood,

Mixing with the dirt and turning to mud.

Shots in the dark still echo in the mind,

All wounds will heal, it just takes time.

These scars run deep and most you can't see,

With a bit of a limp, I've seen the price to be free.

And yet, amongst the horror and the fear,

I long to remember that place year after year.

I was alive and I felt I mattered,

Even the day my blood was splattered.

Now I sit, half a world away.

In a job where I can be replaced on any given day.

They taught us to fight a war to win,

But nothing about how to come home and fit in.

Years have passed now from then,

And I long to feel that ole desert wind.



  • Dec 22, 2019

  • Ryan Bardon

    Ryan Bardon

    Like it

    Dec 22, 2019

  • Dec 23, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Brutally real and excellent

    Dec 23, 2019

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