The Ticket Lost

I’m back from war without my soul,

having pawned it on the field

Among the dead and buried dreams,

whose futile prayers concealed

I wonder where my spirit hides,

as I sleep these endless hours

With day as night and night as day,

in loneliness devoured

My mind goes back to search the graves,

old enemies inside

And calls my name into the dark

—reclaiming every lie

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)