An Ode to a Ghost Warrior

(Sniper, courtesy of Wikemedia Commons)

 

 

"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

- Matthew 11:28
 

 

 

Can’t loosen the cast

That binds my warrior’s past.

Thoughts of memory lane

Keeps coming back again,

In pain.

 

With deeply sighs

I closed my sniper eyes.

My tears flow down the drain,

Vain thoughts I can’t contain;

Oh, pain.

 

Sadness that’s unseen,

Yet deeply hurts within.

Sorrow my heart does fill.

Oh, distraught mind that kills;

Be still.

 

Tried hard to forego,

But couldn’t let go.

Nay, wounds that never heal

And pains I can’t conceal

Stay still.  sDg.