My heart is at rest within my breast, <br />Everything still from East to West. <br />Killing and war, I put in a secret place, <br />Pride deep in my heart, a smile on my face. <br /> <br />A better man with happy days, <br />Family man again, with gentle ways. <br />Self-transition back to the human race, <br />No more miserable days in the hostile place. <br /> <br />A place where all will be quiet and still, <br />Content to be home, misery nil. <br />All that old misery locked away tight, <br />My best years ahead, for the rest of my life.<br /><br />Philip Lore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/its-getting-brighter/
