עץ הדומים עסוק

silent footsteps in the night

i walk alone among my thoughts

no one to see me

no one to hear

no eyes to look away

no shame to wittness 

just footsteps in the dark 

a chance to breath

at the only time its safe outside

an even so

even there

that burden i bear inside me

it claws at the back of my mind

a feeling i cant ignor

that no matter where i go,

im still a soldiar in a war.

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