the advantage of which is the memory trail.
Trial upon trial reverberates
the mind of disquiet never stops the painful state.
Give me a rest, a peace
I can breathe no longer
the taste of flesh and blood and smoke and disease.
I am a man of valour I know,
But what of the carnage
whom ever is to know
as my mind does repeat the stories I have seen
and oh how horrid they are
to those, as I who too have been to battle and seen.
May 8th, 2011
Tags: Songs of Sorrow