My Worst Enemy

Walking tall..

his shadow stretching for miles

standing alone...

his gun in his calloused hands

his body assaulted...

he is more than just a hero

unsharable knowledge...

so many words he wishes to speak

dirty face...

hiding so much of his pain

trembling hands...

yet never misses a target

blistered feet...

he is more that just a hero

weary eyes...

looking through so many horrific scenes

scarred heart...

for all the women and children slain

empty stomach...

no time to stop and eat he has a task to complete

exhausted limbs...

so much to achieve before he can leave

battered soul...

he is more than just a hero

mystified mind...

family and friends left alone to worry

chosen few...

still fight this unruly war

snipers up...

those words will forever ring in his ears

grimy tears...

he is more than just a hero

tempting wounds...

leaving unfinished business is not an option

magnified sorrows...

for those who were left behind

unforgiving past...

he is more than just a hero....

he is an angel.