Future and destination unknown

By: Rachel Skaleski

Step. STOMP. Step. STOMP.

Men ahead, continuously put on blood stained helmets.

We all know where to go,

But no one will say it aloud.

Darkness descends upon us,

As the enemy grows near.

Reality settles into my heart and soul,

Pictures of my family creep before me,

Friends watch the 6 o’clock news,

Loved ones read my letters.

Reporters only show the good stuff.

The written truth brings a shadow to my homeland.

Sons, fathers, daughters, and mothers

It seems like a never-ending flow of sisters and brothers.

Together as one they all trudge through the darkness

Never knowing what will happen.