Like an Army in My Home

I watch those around me fall one by one

Like soldiers forced on to a battle
field

And as such, I never really know if
they are dead or simply injured

All I want is to know how they are

If they are alive or dead or somewhere
in between

And then I have the deserters

No matter how hard I beg for them to
stay

They turn their backs and leave anyway

So here I kneel

Before a battlefield made of family

Friends

Salvation on the other side

If only I could just walk through it
and accept their fates

Accept that I will join them one day

But no, I run through it blindly

One day I will return here

Not of my own accord

But forced

Then I will be forced to see

To accept