"i am" character poem

I am an empty station
I wonder when the dusty wind will stop
I hear bombs falling, and water splashing
I see dead bodies everywhere
I want the attacks to stop
I am an empty station



I pretend to land on the beach that has sunlight hitting the clear water
I feel like a wheat-color jar without air
I touch my boots of lead beneath my body
I worry trains are parked somewhere else
I cry when innocent people fail to survive
I am an empty station



I understand theres a far distance from home
I say my mind is dying numb
I dream of never being killed, or wounded
I try breaking my fear into small pieces of glass
I hope my fear goes away with the passing wind
I am an empty station