Float the Balloons In the Winds of Flying Illusions
We are soldiers joined in battle.
Fighting a war, fighting a war.
We belong to one healing centre.
Fighting dying, fighting dying.
Tubes
and
needles
are
our
weapons.
Pills
our
defence
against
the
enemy.
The light shines in my eyes.
The bed I am on is comfort.
In my thought processes
are the many situations
I've collected in this life.
It's not been too bad,
this past I review.
There have been
some disappointments.
Not uncommon
nor unexpected.
But the happiness
outweighs
the
tears.
The
melodies
pleasant
to
the
ears.
I suppose I am ready
to be with my comrades
in the Armageddon of
this unholy war.
We are champions of pain.
Joining forces, joining forces.
We march in determination.
In our hearts, in our hearts.
Some of us shall fall
in this ongoing struggle.
We
shall
mourn
their
deaths
and
celebrate
their
courage.
Carry on beating the
drums of resistance.
Carry on hoping
for victories to be.
And
if
I
join
the
defeated,
if
I
die
before
my
time;
remember
that
I
tried
to
float the balloons
in the winds
of flying illusions.
Look for me
in
the
air.
Copyright © Chris G. Vaillancourt | Year Posted 2016
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