The White Flag

I could feel it again.

I could feel the war,

right on left,

wolf on wolf,

jaws snapping on bloody throats.

And again I could feel the fog in my mind,

the ache in my eyes,

the numbness in my stomach.

 

It is not easy.

They tell you it is easy,

it is not.

 

But I've been paralyzed too long,

and I am a coward no longer.

    Eight months have passed,

    and I wave the white flag.