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Reflections
Reflections of a war untold,
Beyond the window pane,
Silently his heart grows old,
While silhouettes lie slain,
Coldness taking residence,
Within a tatty chair,
Boldness lost to abstinence,
Passion lost to glare,
His morning tears are falling,
While the coffee loses heat,
His bleeding mates are calling,
But again they’ll never meet,
Across the landscape lush and green,
Beyond the windows frames,
Polished mortars crow their sheen,
And call out soldiers names,
A bed sore now his only wound,
Though tended every day,
His life envisioned as impugned,
Resigned to waste away,
No visitors does he receive,
No one to hold his hand,
No family and none to grieve,
When he departs this land,
Forever outwardly he looks,
Beyond the window pane,
Greying hair and withered looks,
Compounding his disdain,
Nurses voices fading,
To a sombre droning hum,
Medics madly aiding,
But for him they never come,
Lost in his reflections,
Of a gloomy window pane,
Poignant disconnections,
Of his party lying slain.
©Neddy 22/3/11
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