War Poetry

I want to die
(Written as our troops left to go to Iraq and Afghanistan)

My heart hardens
I fear my life
I want it to pass
So I can’t feel
My nights are days
It matters not
I stand in the darkness
At the door of your room
Reminders are there
Yet I don’t see them
My sight has gone black
As black as my heart
I hasten my death
By stopping living
Voices around me
I do not hear
There is not a moment
When you are not with me
Calling me back to where you fell
I want to be there where they killed you
I pray for the bullet
To pierce through my heart

By Marguerite Rami