Entitled "Badhdad"

This road is too long

Hope I don’t run out of gas my will is not strong

Small steps I take to reach the promised land

Please save me from myself

Break me out of the cell I call my body

My scars are like bullet holes

My skin is starting to look like Baghdad

My alarm clock is the IED to my life

Shaking me from my peace of mind

The black and blue scars on my brain

Show how much of a decorated soldier I am

When will the war between my mind And heart for control of my body stop

What will remain of me after the dust called my reality settles