A walk down the memory lane

I took a walk at yester dawn

into the world of warriors bygone

The world where might was right

Differences settled in a battle or fight

The world of lovers asunder torn

A death at battle, honor to adorn

Tales of valor from the sad lovelorn

Sung aloud to children unborn

Walked back calmly to present life

Calm and seemingly devoid of strife

Anger calmed and faces serene

Fights too rare, battles unseen

       Noticed the bubbling unrest within

       Hearts screaming, patience growing thin

       Coil strung, volcano waiting to erupt

       Against the unjust and the world corrupt

I am not sure how long the truce can hold

When the dams shall break and the coils unfold

I agonize about the impending flare

Inferno of ire, the moment of despair

The living dead

She sits there staring at nothingness, oblivious of my presence


What moved her to that recess, to gape blankly thence?

Was it a youth of extreme abuse, or an unfaithful beau?

Was it a life of pain and disuse, or a moment of overwhelming woe?

She responds not to my words benign, or my efforts to rouse her

Of life, her breath is the only sign, her spirit has gone for ever