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The Undefeated |
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I've come home, but not from War;
It waits there,
near my mind's door;
I can hear it snuffling,
Its
horny feet shuffling,
Waiting to possess me once more.
I'm afraid it will never relent;
My nostrils are
filled with its scent.
It rumbles and growls,
And
ceaselessly prowls,
Adding to my rising torment.
It's just waiting for me to sleep,
So into my mind it can
creep,
And bring back scenes,
I'd left in the Green,
Chortling as it watches me weep.
But I refuse to
accept defeat;
I cannot and will not retreat.
I've
done my best,
And, just like �Beau Geste',
I still am
one of the elite.
My duties I never will shirk;
I
rise each weekday for work,
And try as it might,
I
will win this fight
While deep in my brain it still
lurks.
I know I'll conquer each day,
For this is
how I will stay �
Let it snarl and groan,
Howl and
moan,
Like a wolf in search of its prey �
Until Death
comes to take me away. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2006
Listed
March 16, 2011 |
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