I thought hard before posting this as it is a very personal poem/song. I suffer from depression and PTSD after a number of occasions where I followed ambulances with my wife inside that, on two occasions, suddenly lit up and accelerated as things inside got more serious. I have also had two Doctor's (two separate occasions) tell me that I may not be taking her home... you can guess what happened inside me when I heard those words!
So... I wrote this a while ago and have decided to see if it resonates with anyone else. It has a tune (in my head) and could be a song... or it could just be the ramblings of a 60+ year old with too much going on inside his head! I would love your feedback and, if it does strike a chord with you, you now know you aren't alone!
The battlefield lies silent as the Last Man Standing stumbles to the single point of light that shines throughout this endless night...
The things he fights all have his face, their bodies littering this place, twisted parodies of him at other times of Life...
They always come, they hunt in packs, mindless as they launch their attacks,
Some have claws and some have insect wings upon their broken backs...
He will not yield... or leave the field,
He won't lay down his arms or bend his knee till he brings back the man She needs him to be...
The field of battle is his own mind as the horrors there, of every kind, are conjured from the darkest depths of his now shattered mind
Every dream is now filled with fighting, brutal, long,
And now his heart is filled with just one mantra, one man's lonely battle song!
I will not yield... or leave the field...
I won't lay down my arms or bend my knee till I'm again the man She needs me to be...
There is no place I want to be without her smile...
Hers is the Love that drives me over every single, bloody mile,
I will not yield... or leave the field...
I won't lay down my arms or bend my knee, I will be the man She needs me to be...
So... I wrote this a while ago and have decided to see if it resonates with anyone else. It has a tune (in my head) and could be a song... or it could just be the ramblings of a 60+ year old with too much going on inside his head! I would love your feedback and, if it does strike a chord with you, you now know you aren't alone!
The battlefield lies silent as the Last Man Standing stumbles to the single point of light that shines throughout this endless night...
The things he fights all have his face, their bodies littering this place, twisted parodies of him at other times of Life...
They always come, they hunt in packs, mindless as they launch their attacks,
Some have claws and some have insect wings upon their broken backs...
He will not yield... or leave the field,
He won't lay down his arms or bend his knee till he brings back the man She needs him to be...
The field of battle is his own mind as the horrors there, of every kind, are conjured from the darkest depths of his now shattered mind
Every dream is now filled with fighting, brutal, long,
And now his heart is filled with just one mantra, one man's lonely battle song!
I will not yield... or leave the field...
I won't lay down my arms or bend my knee till I'm again the man She needs me to be...
There is no place I want to be without her smile...
Hers is the Love that drives me over every single, bloody mile,
I will not yield... or leave the field...
I won't lay down my arms or bend my knee, I will be the man She needs me to be...