A soul clouded in darkness

Cannot feel, cannot thrive.

No mercys--only this--

Torment while the heart dies.

But even clouds have cracks,

Where light shines through,

Where emotions attack,

Giving torment to the heart.

Where light and dark collide

The soul of the Soldier,

Who was buried alive,

Can dwell again--cold eyes,

blank face, healed heart.

--AKA Anonymous