Once I visit the war
As a curious stranger
A young man with
(Quite) noble motives
The war was in full swing
Being near the frontline
In a besieged city
Listening to random shooting
Feeling trapped and scared
I felt very well, being in a sort of
Hypertension being aware
Feeling strong and present
I returned to my safe country
Leaving the war behind
I fell and kept on falling
Feeling like a rundown
Tired octogenarian
The tiredness never left