The God Of War Never Sleeps

Nightmares of combat:

stunned and bleary,
coffee and nicotine
do not suffice
to clear my mind.

Dreams of war
disturb the soul,
damage the heart.

The terror of battle
leaps decades
and finds me
after thousands
of miles
and thousands
of days.

And nothing
has changed;
I am still afraid.

Depart my sleep,
Aries, I cringe
at your evil touch,
your wicked voice
sickens me.

Keep your red
running memories;
let me forget.

I paid your blood tax,
Lord of War;
I broke and bowed
to your power.

Wasn't that enough?

Now leave me in peace.
- mce