Suicides why could it be an option for returning war hero’s

Imagine the torture

of each human soul

what goes on out there

beyond our control

what the eyes see

the heart can’t contain

what the mind knows

only, the insane

can imagine the hurt

can live with this woe

can stomach the stress

and come back again

to a home they forgot

in the mayhem of war

they may have been shot

buddies have died

blown up and smashed

like dolls in a box

their bodies just trashed

the skies have turned orange

the forests torn down

the power of the weaponry

in blood we drown

why do we come back

why us, we ask

when others were in the ground

every mask

signifies those souls

lost in the fight

their eyes closed forever

they will not see the light

of the sun on the fields

of the rain on the street

inside us it builds

to a vast huge crescendo

that wakes us at night

we hear every scream

every shell that does bite

every child that lay bleeding

every women we saw

thrown out of her home

in a puddle of gore

we come back to the city

we left years ago

everythings changed

no one wants to know

only we realize

what we’ve been through

suicide feels like a moment

to woo

a way out of all of this

a chance to be

back with those chums

who we lost in the sea

the theatre of war

the forests the mayhem

that most now ignore