How Fast Can You Run?

 djBeaulieu (06-10-07)

I sit here in this lonely place I call home.

I wonder where all this pain will flow to

when I have to let it go?

I sit here, sopping up the beers I do not drink,

but it really helps, you know.  It helps me not to think.

It helps me not to feel the agony that tears at my being.

No, not at my soul, that went MIA long ago.

From 30,000 feet I helped to drop the steel eggs

whose carefully crafted shell housed 500 pounds or so

of gas we called napalm.

WOW, what a fiery hell we could create.

WOW what awesome power we could unleash.

Ever see a desert? Ever see the craters of the Moon?

Ever wish you could find God,

  where ever He’s supposed to be?

Did you ever know about killing, about death?

Did you know that one can be a prisoner within their mind,

as they mark the slow beating of death’s drum?

 It announces the execution of his last few moments in time.

You know – PTSD’s or some thing like that.

Maybe its paranoia, schizophrenia, hallucinations –

the Pain, OW what a hellish pain!

Can you see it? Can you feel it burning?

If I keep the pain locked inside me I die, but

what will happen to the world if I let it go?

I have to make this choice you know!!

There are the battle zones and the wars zones they are fought in,

then there are the wars and the earth they are fought on.

And,

I still have to make that choice you know!!

djb

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