THE BATTLE

He went to fight a war Just a lad,days before ; Dismayed by what he saw, Never the same,anymore He became a sad recluse, Living backwards,his excuse; Hope for him,had no use, Trust co-twined,a fragile truce In outlook,so morose Thoughts,held to himself, Emotions,buttoned close, Private and lachrymose Inside a voice he heard, This thought,became a word; Understanding's nativity In his heart flew free Turning back,he turned around Perspective,he then found; The tunnel had a light.. Another would lead his fight

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