On dry leaves

Walking on dry leaves

On this dead land of hope

Kicking stones where broken crosses fell

Where the wind no longer lives or sent a life of peace

I ask myself ....where is hell

What is hell...is this hell?

How the hell?....Why?

The silence were broken with the sound of a Crow...calling my rank

Like a movie scene upon me

I still myself for a second...frozen..chill upon my skin...eyes open wide..i hit the ground

Death lay before me..it becomes a moment. ...i could not think

Inhailing a scent of dry burnt flesh on dry leaves...every step ...to every leaf i hear a Cry...and mornes...and shouts...and ....words of pain and help...

I could not move....oh how hard i try....i cry...i die ....

I whisper in soft tones my last breath

The End...not now...not now

Then i felt a hand....on my balled head....

Hey....soldier.....sir....wake up....time to take your meds

She was always there to save me.