by Nicole Tegg 03/16/2012
Misty blue hue,
Headache or two,
Grasping, “I need You,”
My compass was lost,
My gun, ammo, and smile were all bloody gone!
Help!
O God!
Pausing.
Reflecting here for a short while.
Wounds never heal.
Just painfully alone.
Where…
Where…
Where…
Did my company go?
A single shell.
To end all.
Jammed.
Fat ass coward,
Now what!!
This is my home,
‘Tis country,
Loyalty sings the heart,
O, now what?