Shallow gray walls and dim lights
Give way to the pains of nostalgia.
So sour and satisfying
Are the vivid visions
That scramble around
Your sweating head,
Their eternal chase one of
Incompletion.
You sit in silence.
Your will in your mind
And none can bring order
To your thoughts.
A soul who too often
Cannot free that
Feeble wisp of hope
From the strings of the past.
Because a war
Does rage and you
Lost and lose
Friends to booze and
Hand-Grenades.
And that girl you loved
Yes,
The one whose eyes were
Olympus-bound
And whose heart was yours.
The girl who read your poems
A thousand times over
Just to hear you say
‘I love you.’
Now she is gone and in her place
A song
Like a funeral bell
For the soul you lost,
So you know you lost
That fight.
Good never wins
You’ll tell them that
Satan does his dance on those
Who hope.
Hope.
They told you that in 1943
When boots and ammunition
Clanked and clicked on
Bloodied ground with
Friends around,
But only for a second.
Hope.
In spite of death
And screams
And war machines
You better hope
You have a place to call
Your home.
A place to die for.
When those friends are
Holding onto your
Own calloused hands and you
Feel their life
Feel it drain away and every
Word brings vile and blood as
Your comrade
Tells you
To tell his mother
He lives on
In her.
And his lips are so dry and red
And his words the same octave
As the rumbling bombs
That you cry for
Two different reasons.
When the men who shed their
Pious and their blood
Who called you ‘Brother’
And toasted your health
And shared his secrets,
Are sharing the ground with
His enemies,
Knowing in death
There are only friends.
So now you sit in that
Dimly lit room.
It’s 1982
And you haven’t
Washed your hands,
Their blood is on your hands.
And the home they told you to
Defend
Is not as thankful
As you remember.
Because the Hope they gave you
Lasted only as long
As the war
And the memories lasted longer.
And so you sit.
In 1943,
Once more.
About the Creator
River Cronan
The Ocean is magical,
And so is reading,
I find Shakespeare worth repeating. 😇
I find Shakespeare worth repeating. 😇
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