To Chase The Spirit Of My Youth

Upon this scene of anguish, I abide no hope
As yet,  the dreary,  silent,  silent!
For on the eve’ of my existence
Blood spilling... no resistance

For duty called rendering my presence
Tis fidelity dwelling amid raw courage
I felt the enemy’s arrows endeavored to discourage
With death a most certain intolerable reality

Alone slumped down streams of blood ran thick
Powerless to arouse an earthly perspective
Subsequently set upon the narrative of my life
By chance and the shifting sand reliving the past

The aftermath reveals trepidation of uncertainty
My virtues, my failing, my unpleasing reflections
Countless miles strewn with impetuosity of my youth
Departing from this world, yet hardly saw my best of days,

My ardent spirit hopelessly unable to alter life’s course
Unable to forgive my follies on this deadly path
My aching heart pleading to be set free
The lonely soldier surrenders in defiance.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 4/28/2018 8:14:00 AM
Much emotion and introspection!
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