Heaven And Hell Poem by Tommy Foy

I am a soldier
In a silent war.
Every day is a battle,
Every hour a struggle.
As I face my opponent
I notice the bags
Under the eyes,
The bruises
Not on the skin
But on the heart,
The wearied expression
Of a childhood gone too fast.
For what are we all
if not a reflection of our past?
Sword in hand
I fight to kill.
Take no prisoners!
A prisoner long enough!
Water engulfs my every thought
As my mind begins to swim.
Images from the past
Pour down in a torrent
All around me.
A man.
He cries.
Tears of joy.
Women.
They laugh.
Love.
A barricade becomes a buoy adrift in this sea.
Slowly succumbing to the downpour,
To Drown in the monsoon,
I falter.
Only then do I back away
from the mirror.