My Tour

My ink flows true, as I think of you. I try to think of something true, But as I write, my ink runs dry, At night alone…. I cry. I want to send you a letter, I’m in the war, the war that’s never won, I write to you right now, As I’ve finally come undone. I killed for you, for them I’m told, I tried so brave and bold. I wait so long, for this tour to pass So I can see you, my family at last. They don’t understand, as I protect them all, As I watch my brothers fight and fall. Believe my words as you sleep, I wait, Cause tomorrow I might be gone from fate. - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11732491-My-Tour--by-C.-Nastu#sthash.fgfNF2hl.dpuf