Off the beaten track

by | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Staring at the desert sky, in the daytime, or at night,
you feel like you’re in the middle of nowhere, you’re out of sight.

You miss the simple things in life, like your family, hot baths and beer,
over here you walk hand in hand with anticipation and fear.

Waiting for something to happen, is always on your mind,
a soldier or a close friend, getting killed from the IED they did not find.

This has got to be the worst place in the world, and you don’t really want to come back,
miles and miles from anywhere, right off the beaten track.

You’re counting the days and the minutes, ticking by in your mind,
before stepping on to that aeroplane out of here, only then you can unwind.


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