CasualtyOfWar

“The hate will keep us warm” I whisper to myself, as if it's my mantra, my reason. Outside, you will never see the cracks. I'll make sure you never see them. Inside no storm rages, no gale force winds rock my very soul. No hellfire consumes me to my very core. No, nothing is there but shadow, not darkness, but not light. Almost as if it's the absence of both. It'll chill you to your very bones if you let it. It can shatter your very foundation if you slip. And if you attempt to pierce this veil, no treasure is to be found. No if you search within my very being, my soul, all that is there is an empty husk. Pieces, strewn about,

A picturesque moment: A child clinging to his legs, His wife keeping him close, lips locked in that brief moment in time. That's what he fights for. To go home again. To his family. Yet that is all you will ever see, that picture multiplied through out your life. You see the family. You see the loving father, husband, fiancee. You see his reason, his courage, his sacrifice. But you will never see mine. My resolve. My pain. My reason. You don't see me, the one that's already left the crowd. The one that's ignored. They say that man is courageous, for not being here with his family. And I agree. But what does that make me? The one who doe

Why did it end, God? 'Because I have a plan for you' But why? Why must I be the one to suffer? 'In time you will see, there will be one for you' And so I did, I continued to live, survive, try. But then came another moment, an irreversible one, the kind you can't walk away from. God, why did I die? 'It was part of the plan' but you said I'd find someone. You said I'd have a family 'I'm sorry son, but you of all people should know: Plans never go according to plan'