The last letter

Silent is the night,

But I fear it won’t last,

Waiting for the calm,

To be shattered by a blast,

So sad, so deplorable,

This heaven is now a hell,

I walk around clutching the death,

Waiting for dropping shells.

I look at the skies,

I feel so alone,

Thinking of you my love,

I wish I could be home,

I wish in were my arm,

Not death but my life,

I dread the fact that I may,

Never kiss you dear wife.

I walk along the fences,

The barbed wires say,

Your life is more bloodied,

Than we ever may,

And yes, you may have,

Love waiting back somewhere,

Tangled in our world of hate,

You’ll never feel that care.

I focus in the dark,

For shadows that may move,

My grip tightens on trigger,

But I still think of you,

Torn like a piece of paper,

Between this love and war,

I wish for you the smiles,

Ready to take the scars.

Oh there goes the enemy,

His canons breathing fire,

The deafening boom simply strokes,

All my hidden desires,

The sky is lightning up,

As I run to take cover,

If I come back in pieces,

Well I’ll still be your lover.