Lost

From fierce, bright flames.

To snow.

From plane,

To forest floor.

From roaring guns,

To silence;

He can hear their screams

No more.

From thick black smoke,

To starlight.

From metal shell,

To stone.

From tightly packed companionship,

To empty space, alone.

From abstract dreams of glory,

Battles won and medals earned,

To stark and utter terror,

As his craft and comrades burned.

From missions run like clockwork,

Flown as ordered, back to base,

To catastrophic failure

In this god forsaken place.

From feeling so invincible,

To counting up the cost.

~0~

From knowing what comes next,

To being absolutely

Lost.

~0~