A fountain where devious thought flow
A spring where goodness grow
Right or wrong it doesn't choose
whatever conceived it will use
In it esteem is lost
Within it ego is just
The I am not good enough and unwanted
I can do better,am worth it are chanted
Inside the Mind is a hidden Cave of rapid
Where even the soul of the intrepid
In adversity creeps in to stay
Retreating deep within and carried away
The gallant may have fought fear,failed and fallen
The mind cares not how brave,bold and brazen
Rock bottom,struggling on the ground
Head reeling,bottom aground
Why wait for a helping hand
A good-for-naught you will be brand
The mind knows no kind word
It tramples,it snares as a mighty Lord
Self-pity an enemy to the downtrodden
Believe me hope lightens the burden
Let not the Mind win
Pull yourself together and again,begin.
with fading pages
scrapbook found,
forgotten faces
become unbound,
I miss my war
to feel my gun,
I knew my place
the ground we won,
the falling brass,
the men, the line,
my life for theirs
and theirs for mine,
do I yearn
for danger's thrill?
the snap of copper
the fear, the kill?
or is it more
in home's embrace,
forgetting feasts
of conflict's bitter taste...
no, it's more
as oft the case,
those dust streaked ones
the love sublime,
the common bond
of blood, of time,
it falls away
of why we fought,
the banner furled
for good, for naught,
a nation's pride,
for flags or oil,
a righteous march
on foreign soil...
but sighing at
my thoughts, my foil,
all quiet now
as drumbeats fade,
hushed in fields
by dusk's slow parade.
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