Deep within the darkened recesses of my addled mind,
it wavers like a shimmering ghost upon the empty windows
of an old,abandoned mausoleum,desolate and torn.
War's terrible memories haunt me night and day,
until my sanity goes wildly astray like a bullet
fired haphazardly upon the bloody battlefield.
And when the moon arises full and bright over the hazy
horizon...its horrible memory takes my life away.
Donavon Scott Vinson