Long and sharp-
a spear thrown by an ancient army
Swiftly soaring through the sky
Stabbing the target.
In the soldier’s mind
It scribes the horrors of war
Imprinting the moment
He was hit by the spear.
As the soldier grips the pencil-
Making dark marks on the page
He remembers when words instead of actions
Could have been the difference.
On the fateful day
A deafening boom
And he was speared by a shard
Leaving him in bed, with nothing to do but write.