A DARK WHIMPER
Do my eyes look to
see what is my past and oh so far away in time?
Should I sit in
judgment of myself and truly of what heinous crime?
Can I see the
faces of old friends and comrades fallen along the way?
Should I pretend a
faith I don’t possess and bow my old head to pray?
I know my eyes are
staring as I struggle to see beyond the final veil
I know that people
try to speak to me, but I am so far beyond the pale
The ache and pain
I do feel inside start somewhere near to my heart
I know inside of
me it will remain all of my days and never to depart
Sing all your
songs of patriot’s glory founded deep in our liberty
Let the passion
and the fervor born in blood, shower down over me
Open my eyes so I
might see Lady Liberty reach out for my hand
To lift me up and
bear me home from where I made my final stand
What happened in
that land so far away and strange I cannot say
Little men who
hated us and tried to kill us, tried to drive us away
Why did we have to
go there to teach them all about modern war?
How is it that
killing them was needed and what was all that for?
Sing a long song
of nightmare you have with your eyes open wide
You have no hope
of making a real escape for it also lives inside
The Dragon blows
his magic breath and you inhale the smoke
A temporary escape
at its best but one you can afford to toke
You see the
shadows and feel the rain as you have to go again
Out in the Bush to
find the enemy or where they’ve been when
A feeling that
eyes are watching makes hairs stand up on neck
A metallic click
or a snapping stick will make you hit the deck
So tell me how to
turn it all off and to go back to being just me
As I sit here
shaking from my dream back in the Land of the Free
How much more is
the price and who will come around to collect?
Will I be able to
afford the charge or is it my soul as I now suspect?
The nightmares are
the down payment, the shakes are thrown in
The confusion goes
with sleepless nights contemplating my sin
I reach out for
love and then I push it away for I am now unclean
Better I should
have gone to rest in those rice paddies so obscene.
© Spider ‘09
