Final Moment of Peace

The golden moment when

In a dazed and weary state

You begin to descend out

Of your dream, and begin

To wake; lasting mere seconds

And going in this order:

The dream fades like an echo,

Silent but pleasant confusion,

Darkness without feeling,

Darkness with a creeping sensation

Where you recognize yourself as

A self, as a whole; The golden moment

When if you could turn back now

You would stay asleep. But, alas

The final sensation is stirring from

Your slumber; brief albeit it, the

Gravity and weight of your body

Mixed with sensation of environment;

A different darkĀ (eyes-closed)

With sounds and feeling

The environment you knew prior to sleep –

You awake depressed because you

Are awake, and you are in Iraq

With a sandbag for a pillow,

Cradling your rifle like your sweetheart.

About anotherwarriorpoet

Mathew Bocian served as a Captain in the United States Army with the Stryker Brigade and was deployed to Mosul and Tal'Afar in 2004 - 2005, and to Baghdad for The Surge in 2007 - 2008. He left the Army in 2012 and now uses his poetry as a way to heal from the traumas of war, while attempting to express to readers the realities of war. He is the recipient of the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, and holds a master's from the Graduate School for Public and International Affairs at the University of Pittsburgh.
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