The madness within

God I am suffering 
I am in the disease state 
Sweltering in
The fever 
In the bed of death 
Poring out the memory 
Of the war 
of sweat and insect 
Beside the bridge of 
the River Kwai 

Each day building 
The round truss spans 
Our arms heavy 
with the burden of war 

Now these years later 
I am almost gone 
Like a water drop in
The river 
I must flow 
into a different place  
And perhaps
 save my own tears from punishment and the 
madness within