Milieu of War Weary Soldier

From the killing fields of pain Into a steady, melancholy rain Physically exhausted, mentally drained Conscience with dross of war stained Structured existence of automaton gone Into freelancing world; bland, carefree zone Shadows of a passing train still linger Each, vivid image pointing accusing finger Hypnotized mind still in a time warp wrapped Conditioned body in a martial time zone trapped In throbbing mind, War's cadence still beats at double time On drawn face, Morphing masks reveal a callous mime Once-steeled nerves unravel in quietude Solid, unwavering backbone lacks certitude Surrounded by relatives that tenderly share But dilated eyes emit only a distant glare