Treasure Island

Morgan Wyman


Defeats And Victories


Through a thin, transparent veil
With the bleary eyes of sleep
And a mindset to prevail
And with memories to keep,
I gazed a while into my past
To find just when I walked astray
And left the worn, familiar path
To journey into yesterday.
What I saw, I did not believe:
That we're prisoners of fate,
Which left just one thing to perceive:
We are bound by blood and hate.
We can't see what's really there
And we can't hear what's being said,
Of fear and sorrow, I've had my share
Tonight is for joy instead

Now in the repose of present hour
Long I ponder, and I glean:
When life would love to see me cower
I shall smile and begin to dream.

Submitted: Saturday, December 07, 2013
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