The improvised explosive device burst
The explosion so close and so loud
My ears drums blown out
My eyes destroyed
Back in the triage unit
They set me aside
They thought I had died
And I should've
My body covered by a shroud
But I moved when I breathed
I gasped, I made sound
It shattered the quiet
Then I screamed
Now it was clear
They couldn't declare me dead
But what was left of my life
The shroud used, used to be white
Now it was red
My wounds kept bleeding
My body kept seething
With drugs they sent me to sleep
But I didn't dream
I was down too deep
I woke but not with my eyes
I heard sound but it was static
I began to fear I had gone insane
But I was awakened in pain
With my body trapped in a shell
I felt the staff move near me
I could tell from activity levels
The difference between day and night
I tried to communicate
They never seemed to realize
I was awake, and alive
Unable to speak ignored
My spirit stuck in Hell
My wounds were my cage
They gave me morphine
They gave me drugs to sleep
But my body was screaming
Even if no longer bleeding
I lost my mind but linger
In the margins of consciousness
