Battles Of Night

Blazing fire clouds...omens of grief…
churning and twirling...twisting beyond belief

Lost in a place defying time...
and space...this Hell of mine

Each night I smell again the diesel fumes
Sounds of gunfire echo through my rooms

Is even God able to aid me in my gloom
or shall I suffer forever…is it my doom?

I salute those marching past me…these dead of old...
for memory of my lost friends is what sears my soul

I hear the sound of the whirling blades coming
I am saved...I am saved again…for it is morning

I rush to open the blinds…let the sunlight flood all
but even so…the memories hang over me like a pall