Toy Soldier

When day gives it's way to night,
and guard's burn petrol fires,
the thoughts of the days gone by,
awake within me through a darkened corridor.

A disconcerting face looks up beyond my screen,
worn down by loneliness and pale blue light,
from my desperate skype call,
I stare vacantly at her,
for nothing but feeling low,
on trail,
against a wall,
no mountain ridge,
no ocean shore could unite us,
but how can I surrender now.