I’ve a lifelong passion for military history and military graveyards (which might sound morbid I guess but its the story behind those thousands of gravestones that fascinates me). From Arlington to Gallipoli, Montecasino to Dunkirk millions of men and women and their families have been affected by the endless grind that is the machinery of war. With this is the ever present spectre of death ……………..
The sky is grey and wet
I’m sitting staring at the nothingness,
I’m searching for you
My hands are restless
I can feel the warmth of your skin but you’re not here.
The silence is so very loud,
I’m screaming your name,
Where are you, why don’t you hear me?
They keep asking me if I’m alright
Keep bringing me a blanket,
Keep wanting me to eat.
I want to laugh, alright?
What is alright?
My soul is empty,
My head is full
A whirlpool of angry thoughts, you promised you’d come back.
And now all I have left is a handful of photographs,
You, so full of life
In a barren wasteland obliterated by war.
A white cross on a distant hill,
Please come home.
(photo courtesy of 123RF)