The Map To Nowhere
War zones often do not have maps
Nor pretty tourist guides or tours
The weatherman tells of raining bombs
And Smoke filled skies
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Today is the day, many shall die
Tomorrow holds no hope
As bodies piled into pits
I breathe, yet I am already dead
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My family is close to me
Yet so far away
For they are six feet beneath me
There is no food, never mind sweet blossoms
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So as I visit, where they lay in peace
I imagine a bouquet of colorful flowers
That one day I shall place upon their graves
For now I wash the concrete marker with teardrops
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Fires burn in the night
The glow of hell is all around
As I smell the remains of slaughtered souls
How shall these memories ever fade?
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Tomorrow, my daily ritual begins again
My visit to the makeshift tombstones
In solitude, I repose and weep in peace
As bullets dance all around, waltzing with fate
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Today, another day has passed
The electric is no more
As I lay in the darkness of my own thoughts
Wishing my family was near
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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