by Elizabeth Murdock

What can make the nightmares leave,
Wash clean this bloody stain?
Was I fighting for liberty,
Or was the fight in vain?

The ending of a single life;
The end of thousands more;
I've seen things that I shouldn't have -
The ugly face of war.

How can I come back home again,
A normal life to lead,
When on the battlefield I left
A child there to bleed?

Copyright © 2011 - Elizabeth Murdock
Published: 1/13/11   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem