" Or not, to be " The magnitude of solitude Is such a gripping release The confinement of escape Struggling to find peace The external betrays the internal As the masks of comedy and gloom Seeking shelter while exposed In a glass house of round rooms A waterless Oasis A desert without sand A sky without stars Music without a band Gold without value Honor without fear Action without reaction Things holy not revered Friends appear only to disappear Our gain is apparent in loss Removed from the present Emotions sifted as dross The toll of all war Is paid by a token of sacrifice Tossed into the pit of deception A nations blood rights The rewards of its victors Are cloth ribbons and tears The sounds of battle never fade They remain fresh through the years In the thunderous halls of silence Amid the blackness of our dreams We lay and wait in the shadows To Be.... Boon 6/10/2001
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 12:28:57 +0000
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