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.
Copyright © Habzy Nub | Year Posted 2015