Poetic

Mindfield

You see, I was only trying to recall a time
That I think has never been
Was I a child once?
Had I been blithe?
For sweet scented lillies sprout
Memory was in bloom, now entombed
A father’s lesson on taking the wheel
A mother’s warm embrace
Monumental bombshells
Now fragmented shrapnel lodged in my brain
Ringing insane, my one true bane.

Please let me live and receive love
That I can repay it tenfold
That every friend and foe
Poor disillusioned souls
Know that when I go
I did strive to love and hate accordingly.

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