Undertow

I’m being taken under.

I can’t move, I can’t breathe.

I think of the past glories and conquests

A life that was once lived and now forever lost.

I wish for death but only receive eternal suffocation.

There’s no solace or respite, only sorrow and hatred.

War-torn

I walk through these streets, my head’s spinning.

A killer walks these streets among you tonight;

I thought that I was just doing my job;

Defending my buddies and myself from harm;

In the process, I killed a child in front of his mother.

Bad intelligence and empty posturing brought me to the desert;

The land around me is now laid to waste;

And so am I on the inside.

At the time, I thought that I did things with valor and honor;

I received awards and accolades and applause;

Even been hailed as a hero.

These days, I can’t even keep my marriage together.

I’ve been institutionalized and am now in therapy.

As I walk these streets, inside my own mind,

A killer walks among you all… 

Angst

It seems that no matter where I turn;

The world feels itself so inclined to speak unkind words in my direction.

 I try to just mind my own business and just live my life;

Difficult enough as it is.

At work, or at home,

I find no empathy;

Only coldness and harshness;

Even complete strangers in passing

 Seem to want to take their turn when it concerns me.

I fill the magazine to the top with rounds.

I put the other two in my coat pocket.

My angst will contain a body count…