Disturbing lonely nighttime rest
Crashing loud within my ears
Thrusting forth my varied fears
Flashing brilliant on smothering black
Damning my dreams for what they lack
Bringing me to face this world I made
By swinging my short and moral blade
At those who offered life and soul
To enrich mine, to make me whole
That I might live my life within
This silent world of clangerous din
Yet I refuse their offered breath
And so rushed on toward lonely death.
© Copyright 1991, Marty Vandermolen
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