Frustration, life’s delinquencies
He lingers in thoughts about God
About people, about life and killing
Most of all dying.
Disoriented by war,
Becoming lost between heart and mind,
Like words to an unsung Hero’s song.
Flying with morning birds in dreams
He lives in a field of weeds and thistle,
Even in dreams, escape is as it seems
A nightmare can go on, an on, an on.
In his vacancies …
A drum rolls on in his crowded head
As he lays with angel’s in his feathered bed,
“Somewhere now quietly”, God said ..
“Somewhere with me, to belong instead”.
Homeless Veterans. An atrocity!
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