"I am" poem for from a soldier

I am the smoke that roams looking for a home,

I wonder how long it takes for death to come,

I hear the drums and the bells of heaven,

I see the soldiers falling like an autum,

I want the winter to leave and the summer to come,

I am the smoke that roams looking for a home.

I pretend I don't carry the dog tags,

I feel like a dropped down and down with them,

I touch my follower's bodies and souls.

I worry if they would haunt me for the rest of my life,

I cry little drops of anguish that all run down together,

I am the smoke that roams looking for a home.

I understand that death is absolute and without memorial,

I say the wind stops and over the heavens , the clouds go nevertheless in their direction,

I dream of a rainy cloud following me in every direction,

I try to smile but can escape the black toxic smoke,

I hope their in peace but I know that,

I am the smoke that roams looking for a home.