Our Own Private Hell

Come hold my hand and walk with me
And I will lead you to a place that is
Near death’s door. Past Hassan Qoi
Down route corvette to the place
Called Al Sarai; Without doubt, a
Vestibule of hell as any Dante could
Have imagined. To Death I cannot lead you,
But he will watch from every corner
And rooftop, behind every courtyard
And down every alley. But of him
Be not afraid – respect his presence
And surrender to the fact that to tread
This path means that he may assail us
When and if fancies him. Play the game
And roll the dice, mind the rules and maybe
You’ll come out unscathed – not on
Top, as none ever truly do in this game.
So walk with me, if you dare – for
To play or not – I have no choice.

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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