WAR

This is not a light-hearted, fun poem. I’ve had nightmares these past two nights, probably because I’ve made the mistake of watching and reading too much news, and everything is abominable. So, despite my fun bedtime audible book (The Five Star Weekend, by Elin Hilderbrand), my dreams have not taken me anywhere light and fluffy. I woke up this morning and immediately had to get this out of my system.  

I’ll try to come back a little lighter later (ooh, alliteration!)

xx Cesca

War

I dreamt of war, of chaos, blood,

Of screams and scrambles, of hell-bombs and confusion.

I wept, agony-churned.

Fear soaked,

I fired guns that missed their mark, screamed for bullets, whirling, reloading,

I killed men.

Dissolving into monstrous panic,

I hunch-ran, dragging screams and flesh.

I goodbye-kissed my lover, dressed in red,

Smelled

Blood and acrid sweat.

Faced with real war

I’d rather be dead.

Stop this aberration.

Rise with kindness,

Amen.