(Like the title says, I managed to scrape the blog together into a ‘functional’ condition. So now, in the name of getting things to look decent, it’s time to flesh out the wall space here. What better way than to upload some of the poetry I’ve been sharing around?)

Title: This Fire.

On this balcony I stand
The shell of a broken man
Though I may be home
I still feel nothing but cold

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In the hot desert sun
I could always trust my gun
Now back here at home
I feel desperate and alone

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With my squad, my buddies therein
We were as brothers, through thick and thin
We went through the same events every day
Until we came home, most of us to empty graves

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I was a man of calm plan
Even when the shit hit the fan
Politicians talk of heroism and sacrifice
For they are men who pay no price

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On this balcony I stand
The shell of a broken man
Though I may be home and free
This fire in me shall burn eternally