Of Scars and Stories

By 7th November 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

Invisible to all who saunter by
The ‘Other Man’ who lives within my frame
Where once was light, I canst but now decry
Non–physical the scars which also maim
Twas as the day succumbed to starlit night
Advancing o’er the land with senses primed
Mine eyes didst then behold a dreadful sight
Such life till then as known; now reassigned
One’s mind doth replay dreams; to reconnect
With time when innocence hath paid high price
By tripping wire; a friend, I do suspect
Didst seal the fate of two near said device
Tho I survived in part to tell this tale
I’ve Prayed to make both whole, to no avail

Richard Gildea

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