Surrounded by the shrapnel of affection,
I walk the mine field of our recent past--
If I take one step in the wrong direction,
I’ll be kaput before I hear the blast.
I swing my head away from where the stench is,
And turn my back on what we’ve both defiled;
The future’s somewhere out beyond the trenches,
Where fields are green and poppies still grow wild.
Oh, I will wake up screaming in the night,
My shell-shocked heart exploding in my chest,
To see your face flicker like candlelight
Before it’s blown away, like all our best.
And yes, I’ll live, but I will be the slave
Of slaughtered love, dumped in a double grave.
Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells
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