With an intense hatred
We loathe this place,
Twistedly-loving bits and
Pieces – but hating it overall.
Yet when we come home the
One thought on your mind is
How can I return?
The war becomes a thing;
A new part of your life that
You never know you couldn’t
Live without until it was gone.
A place where despite
Such complexities and
Complication, everything was simple.
A constant rumination of that one
Thought: the needle to junkie, the
Pill to the pill-popper, the bottle to
The alcoholic, the casino to
The gambler. The new dominating
Force in your life.
It ruins marriages, it destroys piece
Of mind and sanity, it is a slow suicide
And yet, some volunteer for it straight-
Away; others re-enlist knowing they
Will return. We all secretly long to
Get back – “If I was there I could…”
“If I don’t go back, it will be someone
else less-experienced who…”
“I can make a difference.”
“They need me there because…”
“They need me…”
They need me.
Welcome to your new obsession.