Poem -

Live with the peace

Live with the peace

No more ducking and diving
no more holding the line
no more fearing the incoming
yet somehow I'm far from fine.

Moulded to be a survivor
hardened to fight until death
no emotion in facing my foe
as I make him draw his last breath.

Schooled in ways of the savage
valour that seeks to deceive
yet now I rock in my torment
not knowing what now to believe.

Nights so eternal and sleepless
screams that never will fade
faces remembered forever
only now have I found I'm afraid.

Leading the charge of the victor 
yet now consigned to the heap
wondering what I have sewn
for the bitter harvest I reap.

Trenches I've learned to live in
pursuing a golden fleece
yet the battle rages eternal
as I learn to live with the peace.

 

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Angel

Very well written angel

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Nardine Sanderson

Moulded to be a survivor
hardened to fight until death
no emotion in facing my foe
as I make him draw his last breath.

Such sadness in these line's
May you find with love a tenderness to console any sorrow
And hold in strength the heart
Each morrow , much love
Deano xo ❤️

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Terry Kay

Phil,  You are a gifted writer.  Reads so we'll out loud.  I am a fan!  Terry Kay

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