WAR

In the chaos and the ashes I stand
Nothing is left silence is the only sound
Sifting through the ashes looking for some artifact
Trying to remember who I am why I was left

Walking through the remains of what used to be pleasure or was it pain
Nothing brings a memory it all means so little to me
Who am I and why am I here what made it all disappear?
Is there any remains of what I was or who I should be?

I must walk this path alone not knowing which way is home
Looking searching for what might have been
Not knowing where I now stand in this world
Trying to climb above it all looking down such a long way to crawl

Crying in my bleeding hands as it all comes back again
As the memories return slowly to my head
It was you who left me this way you were the one who betrayed me
I see your face and curse your name how could you cause me this pain

In the waters that I see it is my own face staring back at me
I am the one who walks in shame I am the one to blame
Fighting against what lies within my own soul
This is why I am so cold

How much sorrow must I speak how many tears should I weep
What must I do to bring life back to the ruins from my attack
Pain and sorrow then remorse what has brought me to this course
Wondering what I might have been had I been able to set my own heart free.


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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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