I woke in the middle of a valley

full of bones

as though I had lived through a rampage

A savage war of hell-rage

The aftermath

Slaughtered-bodies were stack by age

An onslaught, not accidental but calculated and intentional

but the party to this jail cage, was hidden

and as I awoke to realize the origin of my eyes

I looked to the skies

and sighed

because I remembered war cries

Pain flames my body from battles gone by

ringing in my ears

with inescapable stains of memories

dripping off me like tears

And I cried