Alone in the dark

I am lying in my bed
I felt down today
In the absence of light
I am drifting away

My body needs to sleep
But my mind disagrees
For the questions i keep
Cause a familiar unease

They grind in my head
and gnaw at my brain
Allways late at night
This is their domain

[Maritt]

Mooi gedicht! En ook erg knap om het in het engels te schrijven
Ik wou dat ik zo goed kon dichten in een andere taal (en sws in het nederlands )

Uit de oude doos een Kadotje voor Em.
Dit had ik niet kunnen schrijven in het Nederlands..

Daarna is het basta voor mij.
(negeer de typo's)


Destructivity of War....

A commoner working on the field.
With beside him his beloved wife.
Her familiar golden hair swirling playfully,
she's all that matters in his life.
On the horizon appears a shield...
The bearer known in all the land.
A messenger from the "Almighty King",
reigning with his filthy unjustful hand.

What would he want this time?
Taxes, Grain, his lady another night?
And nothing he can do about it..
Damnit.. he hates that cocky knight,
that corrupted king's partner in crime.
And as the horseman comes nearby,
unnoticed little hairs start to rise..
His lady sounding a silent sigh..

Soon an unpleasant conversation had started;
Recruitment began in name of the king
He has to "Volunteer" for the army
And leave his life for the time being
While the feared knight slowly departed,
he kisses his wife a long goodbye.
Unknowing when he would be back.
Then both silently started to cry.

With his sleeve whiping tears away,
starting to pack, with trembling lips.
Comparing their past and their present,
a shining sun... a total eclipse...
A future battle...his judgement day
His lady broken, will she understand?
she's shattered, crying on the floor,
sqeeuzing life out of innocent sand.

Their last night for ever maybe.
Filled with the sparks of love,
New life unknowingly starting to brew,
within that lady he's proud of.
Sacred life, inhereted in this baby.
To always continue, Life will survive.
Lying there, waiting for the dawn.
A moment to treasure... to revive.

The grasp of fear becoming stronger,
Giving his lady one last glance,
an uncertain future is at hand.
Will it destroy this gothic romance?
The peasant wasn't there any longer,
he slowly became a motivated man.
Travelling by roads he didn't know,
gaining knowlegde, since his journey began.

Finally arriving at his journey's goal,
entering with fear in his heart.
He signs in....as was ordered...
His inner voice wants to depart,
But his mind is in control.
For his wife.....for her alone,
she's all that matters here today.
Thinking of her...a silent moan...

7 days of intense training followed
Learning how to save his life,
to fight and accurately take another's.
And all for his beloved wife.
Hating all the crap he swallowed,
fighting for this throne.....how ironic...
Do despicable thrones ever fight themselves?
These wars are wrong.... are demonic.

Finally the decisive day has arrived
Massively marching to the unknown border
Fighting against enemy's he never knew.
Standing ready, to follow every order.
Thinking back oncemore, Memory's being revived..
An unforgotten treasure waiting at home.
Anger burns furious deep inside again...
Despite thousands of people.....feeling alone..

Days passed,felt like a year
Survival of the fittest....Natures way
He survived, he was the fittest.
Finally allowed to go home today..
Scarred by Death, Anger and Fear.
The peasant no longer lives within...
Sensitivity crushed as time passed by.
Mistuned like an old used violin...

Arriving home.... Free again... Feeling relieved...
But as the days passed by,
both realized they'v enstranged from another.
Their well of love ran dry.
Nasty effect this war has achieved..
He wasn't her man any longer...
Rudeness... Coldness... Aggressiveness ....War changed him.
Love.... destroyed instead of becoming stronger.

And so he returned to battle...
Without love standing next to him.
Death catches up.... he died swiftly..
The course of war remained grim...
His kingdommates slaughtered like cheap cattle.
His wife payed the ultimate price..
Alone, with children as memory's.
She lost her beloved husband twice


The destructivity of war....
What are you willing to die for?

Ash'Gaion