My mind is a war zone

Thoughts walk around in a grenade blast daze

There are land mine potholes everywhere I turn

The clip of my machine gun retorts is empty

I hear nothing but my own breath in my bleeding ears

But I’m back from moving my stuff

I got a chance to see friends

He and I talked and cried and talked and cried

But I still feel the ravages of this war

The open sores still seep

The blood still boils and pulsates out of the wounds

There is still no peace