Doors and keys and dreams and waking.
Change and wind and hopes and failing.
Things that can't be left alone,
things everyone I know is mentioning.
Words like bombshells in my mind
and I'm waiting for the awakening
from one dream into another.
I'm lullabied by enemy fire,
the very earth I lay upon shaking,
then I'm coerced back into existence
by what horrors this day will bring
when tomorrow's have not yet faded.
And yet, I'm nowhere on the battlefield
but home, the soldiers' actuating,
with my lover's gore dancing in my head.
War, a beast bred, loosed and prowling
for those waiting in comfort and tears.