I See

I see the future of this battlefield, Growing dark roses and flowers and weeds, I see it as it drinks the blood of the dead, The soldiers laying on its grounds not in their beds. I see the lost hopes and dreams and souls, Being carried along by lifeless ghosts, I see them moan and hurt and grieve Not wanting to have left wanting to leave.   I see the darkness around me evolve, Not of the night but the loss of love, I see it suck the heart of those who live, Till their souls die and their bodies live. I see it all and I’m glad to know, That I died of a bullet that killed my body not my soul, And even inside this lifeless ghost, Lies a living heart and a loving soul.