War Stories

War Stories

I don’t know how to explain to you

What it means to have my simple question

And attempts at communication ignored

Without coming across as a either a

Lunatic, desperate, lonely, or weird

I respect your choice to pursue other avenues

Disappointing as it may be

For my personal opportunity to meet you

Without a mutual desire there is no stage for progression

Independent and non contingent are the burdens

And frailties of my own hope

Seeking sunlight like budding branches

Burnt in seasons past, transplanted here

How do I explain to you a story

You are not interested to hear

Out of some gray thought that

I don’t want it in me

There is no point in mentioning of bringing

My burden, it must be extracted from all these stories

And presentations, it damns me twice

This bastard yearning to explain

A war that was not my choosing

A stab wound I can cover and stitch

I can not ask her to be my Jesus

Unfair burdens that will leave me naked with

Nothing but scars, alone behind self made bars

That this war became my prison of memories

I can not escape, I must do it on my own

I must step out, and leave my uniform behind