Poet

Casualty of a forgotten war

Sweetly, softly falling down;

The hope within begins to drown.

With a whispered breath I sigh;

For this is the day that I will die.

A soldier for life it’s all I know;

The tension at home begins to grow.

My country’s virility makes it long to deny;

My obdurate conscience brings a tear to my eye.

My faded glory, my will to win;

All washed away in the blood of my sin.

Too naïve to notice, too young to care;

My childish flaws now fill the air.

Robed with the habiliments of death I sigh;

With my last plea I begin to cry.

My heart slows down, I can no longer feel it beat;

I’m dying here alone, with a grin of defeat.

Will I die for man or land?

I’m cut at the throat by my country’s hand.

As the eagle begins to fly;

I lie here alone looking up at the sky.

The road of life is full of bends;

And this is the way that my path ends.

 

　

Clarity

If you do not understand the words that I speak;

Than look upon my brow,

And you will find the answers that you seek.

Troubled soul and weary mind,

In my eyes the truth you’ll find.

Woeful sorrow meaningless fate,

I am the product of mans hate.

Always running, never free;

This is what life has been for me.

Walking through the sable night,

A child of darkness and of fright.

Dancing, playing, smiling no more;

Trapped on a lake without a shore.

The star twinkles silently,

A bliss less grace comes over me.

Once again look into my eyes;

And search for the reason behind my cries.