Echoes

Guns sound off outside
Leaving empty echoes
That reverbrate through the night
And slumber eludes me
As sounds of war
Steal my peace.
I am wounded.
For though my body
Remains whole,
Unblemished,
My soul lays bleeding.
And my heart,
It weeps tears of blood
Because it might not be
My mother, my brother,
my sister, my friend,
But it might be
The friend of a friend
Who reaches thier end
When the echoes end.