Written while underway on Nuclear Power, somewhere under the North Sea.

Sub Duty


We laugh, and talk
but they are only empty gestures.
The roughness of our language,
hides the pain in our souls.

The stories of things,
we've done...
or wished we had
are often colored with slight untruth.

No malice intended.

They salve our minds,
and shield us from the harsh realities
of our existance.

The shields we lift
to block the pain
are heavy burdens for us all.

So let us be,
in our created worlds.
We mean no harm, in our jests
to each other.

We only let off the pressures
of our confinement

In our world of grey and white
and navy blue,
there are few amusements.

To often, we turn
to rend and tear
to hide our pain from prying eyes.

The rules of our game,
allow such and those who understand,
survive with minimal pain.

Anger is foolish.
We are all here,
nowhere else.

We must do what we must,
to ensure harmoneous,
if somewhat rambunctious,
coexistance.