Yet I am disconnected

I am a soldier; I have been shot

The motion around me is slow;I can't seem to join it's capricious movement

My vision blurs as pain hits

I am a soldier; I have been shot

Open Mouths, blazing guns, flying bullets and erupting fires

The ground becomes a sandy pillow

I am a soldier; I have been shot

Feet pass overhead in a flurry spinning in circles of time

The sky, my eye candy canvas, my only hope for home and love and peace, is blackened as the sun seems to die

I was a soldier; I had been shot