08-24-04 - 09:01
VERITAS AEQUITAS
STANDING ABOVE THE IRON SHELLS, WIND STEALS MY BREATH AWAY, TWILIGHT SKY ABLAZE, CLAPS OF THOUNDER ECHO IN MY EARS, THE PAIN WASHES OFF, FLOWS DOWN FROM ME, TWO STORMS BATTLE FOR CONTROL, IN A PLACE THEY CALL SACRED, A PLACE I CALL HELL.
Right now all I want is to be numb. Both physically and mentally.
Just for a little wile. It is truly ironic that what I once cursed I now long for. I have no drive to continue, but I never stop. With every new day comes a new pain. I don’t know if I’m keeping it together. I am clueless on what together is. I’m running out of distractions and lacking in resolve. In the field I know I can trust my instincts, but no where else. I don’t belong among any of braggers that have never stepped foot outside the wire. But I don’t fit in with the ones I “work” with. I’m not unique, but I am alone.
