Soldier’s fear.

I do not fear death, at the same time I cherish my life.
The mere reason that I cherish my life, and of those around me, takes away the fear of death.
I do not care how ferocious is the demon that I fight.
As long as he is a demon I will fight.
The worst of my fears is fighting a man, normally living earth dwelling man.
I fear the voice which tells me that the demon whom I fight is, in fact, a man,
that he also has someone to protect.
That he also is comfortable fighting demons.
That he also demonizes me.
That he also fears to face a man.
That he also is just like me.
That killing him is just a suicide.

Her.

I am a father,
a sculpture awaiting justice
grieving my daughter
she is dead, raped
never coming back

A Horrible Dream / The dark room Dilemma.

It all started with a dream, a dream I dreamed two or three days ago. Here it goes.
I was alone in a room, a dark room with no hint of light. For all I know, I was just sitting in there hopeless.I found myself in a position where I was unable to speak anything, I