What do you hear as you lay in your bed? The sounds of your childhood? Or darkness instead? A life filled with happiness, sorrow or joy? A blast from the distance, Once more you deploy.
The arid dead sand cloys the breath that you need. The stifling heat hampers strength that you’ll bleed. The weight of the world hangs upon those young arms. All semblance of peace disappears through alarms.
Your training kicks in as your life takes a turn. You hear the machine guns and watch houses burn. The smell of the flesh as it’s seared from the bone. The sight of the children who’re bombed from their home.
A barking wild dog brings you back to the now. A voice in your ear breaks the sweat from your brow. With maddening howls of the battle ahead, Your soul fills with fear, and the quickening dead.
A salvo of heat breaks the gunshots report. Through watery eyes you see bodies contort. You’ll still never know what has caused their demise. Once again sounds of death seems to block out the skies.
You find yourself back in your own room tonight. Your sweat and your screams hold the Demons you fight. So what do YOU hear when you lay in your bed? The sounds of your childhood? Or darkness instead?