I fear not dying, for death can only offer something brighter than my life,
I fear not the Lord’s anger at my words. Pain or strife
Fore I’m a man of constant sorrow and a man of constant sorrow
Sees no bright futures or better tomorrows
He’s simply content within the world he lives; He simply is
He’s one that does not often smile and his laughter’s far and few between,
No one touches his heart because long ago, he locked it away never to be seen,
His stare’s cold and deadly, his soul a darkened mass.
He’s that one rose among so many that withers then turns to ash
He’s a man of near total sadness, with dullness in his eyes
Simply put; he’s a man already dead, who doesn’t know he’s died.
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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