War In My Mind

A silent room in the darkest hour,
Sleep is here, my conscious to devour.
The car’s headlights crawl over my back,
Reminding me how my nightmares attack.
Men marching in strict lines, over my skull.
Shooting their muskets in each direction, under my minds control.
Following the general’s well thought preplan,
Hours into my dream, and the bloodshed has only began.
Men falling from left to right,
Last thoughts about his daughter, last thoughts about his wife.
A sealed letter from the trenches, sent back north.
Numbers can’t describe how many tears were brought forth.
Death itself can never be defeated,
We’ll never find the peace our Founding Fathers needed.
Before we know it, our dark will turn to day.
With, yet, nothing to dismay.
Lying awake, between my quilt and my bed.
Becoming nothing, being the answers unsaid.
I am the letter sent, nothing more to earth.
I am the bad news, lacking of worth.
Half asleep, I can hear myself whispering.
It’s only a dream, it’s only a dream.