In wars beginning, I see my end, <br />No emotion, no laughter, just my soul to mend. <br />Soiled hands and blistered feet, <br />Sordid images, incomplete. <br /> <br />Reaching for my journeys end, <br />Infinitely suffering, with hollow men. <br /> <br />In wars cruel circle, I must remain, <br />At one with my destiny of indescribable pain. <br />Life unravels, unreprooved, undesired, <br />Flushed, bored, withered, tired. <br /> <br />This dead end still holds a flicker of light, <br />No more Godless people, <br />Transitory life. <br /> <br />Always wondering beyond life's door, <br />To live a blissful life and suffer no more.<br /><br />Philip Lore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soldiers-journey/
