The Path....A
passage of sounds rings into tomorrow through a valley of hope, and a stream of silent
tears. Down the sides of my mountain rushes sorrow into a lake of guilt, best forgotten,
yet constantly there. Fear can be my faithful companion anytime, as I pass amongst the
living. Trying to gain a foothold into a youth lost years ago. Your eyes tell on you.....
as your voice tries to cover what your heart dares not say.
You are enclosed by
precious limits... and to venture beyond would cause great distress. Some even wallow in a
mass of self perceived crimes. Bearing their own guilt for those of us left behind. I
question if you really understand. Know that every moment you waste in that negative is
more a testimony to an ego that resists rather than fitting to a soul that really gives.
Your eyes see a torn
and often empty spirit in me filled with a hopeless challenge to return to the living and
share in a world once known. The image is but a perception of all the emptiness you see in
me ; while the struggle goes on silently ... remains hidden from your sight. Reality for
me is merely to touch lightly once more the sweetness of years stolen. My smile is real.
You don't see it because of a cloud of self imposed indifference. A shadowed past I will
live forever, chains of painful guilt not broken ... never releasing me from the confusing
war... and fatal words spoken.
Into a dawn of rising dream..
riding the stallion of hope.. ..Memories flash and always seem to add to all I have to
cope. Intruding sounds from behind me.... stark painful blasts filled the air blanketing
everything I knew... loud echoes from clouds of despair. Blood on my hands with screams in
my ears ... a hand feels the cold steel filling the palm.. my nostrils filled with that
smell ..I stab into the darkness ... hoping to make right the wrong that was written into
our hearts so long ago. .........Snapped back in an instant... this world summons me into
reality again.. a startled look fades as eyes fall into a stare.. another moment stolen
from life... revisiting only to search briefly for the living child that was left to seek
his own way home. Remnant flashes slowly disengage.. only to wait in ambush for another
moment to come... relentlessly jabbing, tearing, at the life that escaped the cold silence
of death once offered to end my sufferings.
Pity me not... for I don't desire
pity. That warrior inside is hardened to battle and will take care of what is at hand.
Forward do I move my friend... however endless it might feel. For courage will move
through that door and honor sheds it's own light. Understand there will be some misery
left and moments of darkened fights. Look upon this one and see what lives... a survivor
of all that's passed.. from a spirit that burns to last.
Copyright 1998
© Casey Piatt all rights
reserved
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For all of you who ate from
the same table and shared this place called Vietnam..this is my tribute to you..written
from my place in all of this madness.
Semper Fi
Tigr (Casey Piatt)
Any of you who are Poets, or
Writers that do not have a place to post, I would be honored to place them online.
Just send in what you have on e-mail and it will
be placed as you wish.
