Intensity Poem by Philip Lore

Do I pretend to have no shame,
Morality cannabalizes my weary brain.
Duty is my inclination,
Is there morality, in wars desperation?

Shades of neuroses in my head,
Discourse, disappointment, aimless dred.

Secrets kept, never revealed,
Multiple ironies, half-truths sealed.
Fears and lies intensify,
I relish life,
I watch men die.

Duty, no feelings in this hell,
Tragedies I can never tell.
Sustain my strength,
Disowning tears,
Mend my heart,
Collect my fears.