1Silence
It's mind blowing, and lasts only for a moment
Then screams
Shouts of re-lived pain
Of waking nightmares
Then there is the needle
Poised above my arm
Clear,
Pure ecstasy
Can I be blamed for wanting peace?
But those screams
Taunting, daunting
Seem to say, "What right have you?"
"What right have you to escape, when I must stay to fight?"
I try to reason,
But ultimately there is no reasoning,
And I put the needle down.