AWOL

AWOL

I’m raising
the white flag
admitting defeat
I’d carry on
but sullen arrows
don’t fly as
nimbly

my arms are so
heavy
my heart
downtrodden,
legs weak
and the only love
I know is
riddled with
bullet holes
and empty caskets
on their final
journey home

I’ve never been
an acceptable
solider and thus,
please ignore
my retreat