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Facing my ghostFrom wakey wakey. to a sound of a Last Post, I face my fears, plagued by a distant ghost, The hidden ghost of pain, haunts my wretched past, Unseen but this spectre a long shadow does it cast. Did I survive? I ask, was it all put down to fate, Or a bitter twist of irony, the sacrifice of my mate, His suffering may have ended there, shared also by his foe, But my hell continues to follow me, no matter where I go. I'll not talk of many things, I have done in my youth, And never put my family through knowing the horrific truth, They must never ever know, what happened in that land, My eyes beheld a sight that only God could understand. I've long lost how to dream, on guard for many years, Lost my faith in fellow man, to help me face my fears, A universal warrior, for a cause I knew was right, My battle is to free myself, from this eternal fight. If it comes from within, that internal meaning of peace, I know I need to free the controls, give my feelings release, Allow someone close, before I wither and die, Find the meaning of peace before my life drifts by Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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