Battle Scars – NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 9

There’s no beauty in the sight

of the hands of the clock

crawling their way from

one second to the other

when all you need in this world

is for time to slow down

and eventually stop.

There’s no music in the sound

of the screeching trucks

and their drunken revelry

In the dead of night

when all is quiet in this world

but all is not

inside your heart

There’s no peace in the silence
of the insomniac thoughts
breathing heavily

on the battle field

When enough dreams have died

In your arms

and your friend light

is no more by your side