Lost Soul

My soul is not like theirs;
impure and haunted by the screams of my victims, heart anchored by heavy boulders of putrid lifeless corpses of my enemies.
My mind held hostage by the living orphaned generations left behind by my hand.
Like my dupes i too walk lifeless;
shell of the person i used to be.
Nightwalker i have become;
plagued by the cry of all my victims.
Like nomads i have no home,
travelling lost soul, searching;
searching for my humanity.

Ironically;
in defending my loved ones,
I let my guard down and thus lost my ambiance, and all my good is but vain hope of gain.
Isolated from society;
cast out along with my demons.
I saw the world and yet i was not seen;
Iraq,
Afghanistan,
scribbled upon the tombstones of those i once served with.