Final Resting Place

(Written Sunday, April 3, 2011, while completing army infantry training. Boot camp will do this to you.)

Breathe in, breathe out,
where is life?
I reach for solace amidst strain,
no one notices.
Get in, get out,
where is night?
We do so little in so much time,
I just want to close my eyes.
Almost out of try,
want goodbye for once.
Want to lie for escape,
want to die.
Want to bound out into night,
dangerous freedom.
Wanting pride from loving smiles,
want last day to come.
So long, so long,
either way.
Might sleep well tonight,
might say goodbye today.
So long, so long,
final resting place
could be dream's awakened day,
could be safe to stay.
Could be soul's last challenge,
final resting place.