These Scars

These scars
are my aching wounds of battle
They ask me
if I won or if I lost

They tell me
that I'm just a weak survivor
Not strong enough
to give life for my cause

This hunger
in my belly's my reminder
I'm still fighting
and I'm dying in this war

These pills
are my chosen form of AWOL
Can't choose sides -
contrive a basis to withdraw

I know
I can't desert and bring dishonor
to my team -
loyal soldiers in this fight

Though the other side
seems sometimes so inviting
They seduce me
with promises of light

But these scars
are my livid, raw reminders
that the enemy
beguiles me with his lies.

These scars
are my blazing, grave reminders
of the agony
that giving in can cause.