The white desert of the north or
The yellow endless parches in the west
It loneliness that kills more than the enemy
The icy chill of the mountains or
The sweltering heat of the vast arid desert.
It is the homebound thoughts that are more difficult to endure
The dense jungles with the green backdrops of unknown trees
Danger holds one hand
And the other hand holds the weapon
Only you are not there.......
Night or Day has lost all its meaning
The days I have ceased to count
The heart aches more than the sinews
At the thought that you are so far away.....
Yet, I carry on without complaint, rejection or remorse
With only one wish in my mind.
That I may fall .. in your arms.
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