Poetry

Nowhere Man

By 25th April 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

There is a long dreadful path of darkness deep
Where I believed; the devil my soul would keep
On army stretcher, I’m carried back to live
A sordid life; with yet nothing left to give.
My body and mind as only rack and ruin.
Sweet music, is heart monitor’s bleeping tune.
No more the joy and fun of Marathons run,
No more to handle an army’s killing gun.
For I’m now reliant on my kith and kin.
But never once in sight of God, did I sin.

Leslie de la Haye

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