Am I the animal I see in the mirror every morning when I wake?
The animal who knows nothing of loyalty and peace?
The beast that thrives in the violence twisting my wretched soul?
Is the blood on my hands the truth, cold instinct my only reality?

Or could I be the broken man I see every night in my dreams?
The man who weeps for honor left and love long lost?
The shell whose heart shatters and mind breaks when he remembers what once was?
Is the blood on my hands the truth, fantasies of a peaceful past my only reality?

I no longer know who I am, yet I remember everyday who I was.
A good husband looking forward to being a good father.
A good brother even when the sibling stole away the light.
An honorable man who understood his world.

I ask you now who am I for I no longer know
The bullet that took her life also shattered my soul
I was her and she was me and without her here I am lost
Please show kindness and tell me who I am...


(I know this is less than good, it has been a long time since I was able to write so be kind in your critiques -Preach)