A vage reflection of myself
is viewed through the mirrors of my dreams.
The man who once stood clearly
now disappears in the fog of this
cold winter militant nights.
Deranged, a twist of forces inside,
unfocused soul forgot to cry.
And there he stands but fades away,
deprived of the freedom they took away.
The soldier waits he bags for his
freedom they went to war
and battled his spirit, he laid there beaten.
Entangled inside himself.
Wonders if he will ever rest in peace ?