Will I lay down my arms when the battle is won?
Will I forgive myself when peace has begun?
Will I feel the world shift toward quiet and calm
Or will I prepare for the next war to come?
The momentum of adrenaline caries me on
Long after the fighting has stopped and I won.
Or maybe I lost, the outcome is the same
My armor is broken but will cover the pain.
I lower my weapons to rest here in peace.
Maybe then I’ll hear that the battle has ceased.
Let go of the torment. Bury my dead.
The only battle raging is the one in my head.