Summer hides away
I wish I could hide with it
It's healing warmth
The painless freedom
But in one week's time
I'll go back to the battlefield
That nearly killed me
Bullet-shaped words
Bomb-shaped laughter
Tears the colour of blood
My bandages
Pages of angry writing
Stacked as high as my desk
I keep expecting
That things will change
But every September
The cloud of war returns
