Realism
“Living with the war no one talks about”
I wake in a trench no one else can see,
landmines of thought exploding in me.
Smiles are my helmet, jokes my gun,
but the war in my head is never done.
They call it coping, I call it the fight,
a battlefield burning all through the night.
Each breath is shrapnel, each step a lie,
and victory’s just learning how to die.
Copyright © Sam Russell | Year Posted 2025
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