I see it in the back of my
Eye lids
Its distorted images in my mind,
Thinking  I left the
Violence,
Anger,
Blood
Left was behind, but like a virus
It followed me home.
I see them, all of those
Lost,
Boxed,
Flag,
Covering fallen ones,
Brave brothers every single
One
Two
Three
Friends taking the silent
Trip home, eternal rest
"Why did they go,
"How did I survive,
I feel the guilt for surviving,
And they did not,
My life is a blur,
My angers getting to much.
I see those who have returned
And as I though, they also left
Pieces behind.
I am getting help, to cope
With what has followed me,
To try to make sense
To learn to let the anger subside.
"I am home"
But a part of me is
Always going to be their,
Not all of me, but a piece I never brought **home