Its as if it never left
The war still rages
In his head
The young friends
Keep on dying
The dead are still dead.
Despite politicians speeches
They never died in vain
But Jim still hears their cries
Drilling in his brain.
The leg that he lost
Still gives mysterious pain
But the vodka and medication
Barely keeps him sane.
Its broken sleep
Real nightmares
Rattling in his head
The soldiers cry out to him
Be my mother
Rest my head.
They still die
Within his dreams
As he gently holds
Their frame
The stench of death
Envelopes
Everything
Stays the same.