May 01, 2006 21:20
When I first got here
The soil consumed my soul
Vietnam stole my heart
The sun is angry
It’s been three months
I walk blind, breathless, scared, and long.
I’m carrying the weight of you, my country, and my pride.
The thought of your smile keeps me awake at night
Your laugh echoes through the mountains
I’m torn between reality and my imagination
I hear things that aren’t there
When its pitch black my eyes fight with my mind
I’m not alone in this
We are standing united under this canopy of lies
It’s not right, but I can’t let that break me.
I miss home
Wine, family, showers, you
It’s a whole different world over here.
The sky is ash.
The ground trembles.
The trees talk.
Noise is everywhere.
Silence is worse.
Days feel like weeks.
I don’t want to scare you
But I feel empty lately
Worn down, tired, and old.
The other day we passed through a ruined village
Broken dreams
Helpless lives.
When I come home
Will you complete me?
I can’t do this alone.
Vietnam stole my heart.