Stolen Images
Standing alone looking at the reflection of one I don't recognize anymore
The idleness of the hand traces my features in total confusion
Once a human with a soul, with a conscious
Lost in the complexity of complete anguish
Emptiness, vastness...completely devoid of any emotion
Never before was there this hole that peers through my heart
Images of truth and virtue weaken the soldier
Managing to get this abandoned body to walk again
Anger and disappointment is all that was left of the shell of the person
Gentle nights with loved ones have been long forgotten
Eternal darkness, and destitute is what lays ahead
Serenity: forever to be lost in the misfortune of catastrophe.
---BJS
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