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
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