Flashbacks Of An Unknown War

Alas, there’s no cure for pain

Unless am willing to switch the memory lane

With years and years of threaded thoughts

Needed an escape from the marching lot

War zones are blueprints of souvenir tears

Little I realized the near and dear

Could cast a spell of fear

And come to haunt me for years and years

A long day under the scorching sun

Yielded nothing while the enemies come

The golden streaks that once touched my land

Disappeared like the hourglass sand

Trapped and oozed I heard a cry

The marching band and my heavy sigh

Hid alone in the dark

Hoping to hear the morning lark

My weary eyes saw misty souls

The body damaged with bullet holes

With feeble strength and a little grasp

I quietly raise the epitaph

My heart beats hard and fast

Wondering how long the ride will last

The memories go deep and far

The flashbacks of an unknown war