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Duty or Burden?
I joined of my own free will,
no conscription did force me,
for I do not apply.
For nearly two decades,
I did obey an inner calling,
one I carried since childhood.
I felt a desire to be a part of
the greatest gang in the world.
Finally, I did achieve my intent,
for half my life,
I lived the dream.
I performed well,
loving every moment,
not understanding why.
I did what many could or would not do.
I did the unimaginable.
Over and over again.
I did all that was asked of me.
I didn't do it for myself,
I did it for Them.
Now my dream rudely ends.
To be awakened abruptly by the fact
I am no longer wanted.
My goal just beyond my fingertips,
whisked away by a penstroke.
Now I try to imagine myself
without the brotherhood.
It feels dreary and cold.
How can such a great place
use our youth in such a way
then discard them along the road of life?
Unwanted? Rejected?
We now trudge through life,
purposeless. Without fight.
We live in the past,
with the visions they created.
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