The Poet's War.
When no-one lives anymore
It seems hopeless to wish for peace
But then it's clear I should.
Walk away and anyway
I find careless eyes to look for.
I make my heart of wood
When some-one finds empathy
I think fearless joy is my curse
And march on not with care.
I listen for sympathy
Or just maybe time to be free
To bake my heart of Air
Then myself I'm Heartbroken
I find madness is my true friend
Then live life just too fast
I escape my destiny
I find tremors in small off quakes.
And hold my heart of glass.
For any word forgotten
I have repaid a debt from past
Truth in finding I’ve grown
A weary made enemy.
I will battle the flood to come
And hide my heart in stone.
So until eyes remember.
The life destroyed from a war then.
Fight for making them feel.
A poets war forever.
A man alone who makes them see.
You can't touch hearts of steel.
May they never be.