I Am Exhausted

The war is not ending,

I am getting dreams,

Dreams filled with Corpses,

Around me and my area,

I am burning,

Burning the dead bodies,

Of armies and citizens,

Children and Old aged,

Young and dreamy,

I am burning all of them,

In the chilling winters,

My matchbox is wet,

My clothes are bathed with the blood of corpses,

I am exhausted,

But,

I cannot stop,

I cannot stop burning,

With the hope of not seeing a corpse,

I go to sleep every night,

Keeping matchbox in my pocket,

And holding it dear to my heart.