My life has been like a war
That started with an attack
On a fort that wasn't even built yet
The casualties of war are many
All inclusive in my mind, body,
Soul, heart and spirit
But as we know some prisoners
Never come home
It seems that the only reason
For this attack is restitution
For drawing my first breath
And it not being my last
It seems the only choice I have
Is to switch seats on a quickly sinking ship
Why can't I say it bleeds from within
I often wonder if this pain is
Creating life or prolonging death
How to love was not the truth
And the pain came from
Knowing the difference
The answers lie deeper then
The core of the earth
So everyday I'll bring my shovel
And my bag lunch
I am a child
of
Something less than human
©Chris "Gas" 6/02/04
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