Early morning he wakes,
and he already wishes it was night.
He stumbles out of bed
to the usual sounds of yelling.
He watches where he steps,
as to not set off any mines.
In a trance he follows his path,
The same routine.
Screams echo in his head
but his mind is numb,
blank.
He makes his way to the door
as plates crash over his head
like artillery shells.
He feels hollow as he drives to school,
taking snarky comments from fellow
students like bullets.
He's bleeding out,
fading away from the war zone,
no one there to save him,
to patch up his wounds.
But still he marches on in a daze,
continues to fight.
Only to lose himself in the anarchy of life,
to become an empty husk,
a hollow corps.
The war rages on at home
and mind.
A cry is released from him,
a death rattle,
unheard it remains.
But he finds other soldiers stumbling in the dark,
just like him.
They band together to fight away the darkness
that invades their lives.
To all the wounded soldiers out there
who feel like they're losing the battle,
do not give up.
There are others who are fighting the same battle,
Help them fight.
Save them from the war zone,
that lies within.