My Chosen Path Part 2 (Mar 14th,2003) Poem by Nicholas McDonough

PART 2-

The pain that I carry with me, the truth
Really.

I would relive all the pain that I have had
along my path,
My loyalty would remain
Constant despite all my pain.
I would see again the killing we
have done and the coming of the
Waves.
All the slaves
Who would not take a stand along the
ever path,
And of the painful stand holding
Steadfast my conviction.
It all came back in my youth,
And they were whispered to me by an
Enemy of mine throughout time.
Helping, waking, inner truth.
With all the shadows of my past and
Fresh blood,
And the humble spilling of the blood,
All around us in the battles endlessly-

Lessons of how I must be
With the waking of that truth,
in the freshness of my youth.

All of us who have fought live on,
Each as a pawn,
Some will sadly, asleep stay.
It was brought to me by enemy,
Invisible to me.
I don't know why, but it doesn't matter
Anyway
Because I see it as kindness
The one time my foe showed some nice fresh-
ness,
Sadly the only time.
We were bitter enemies fore-
ver.
He made it so,
Why I probably will never re-
Member.
He was bitter.
And I walked along my chosen,
Back and forth, my ever pat,
With my own true untold truth.
Time has come unknowingly for us
With the blood still fresh,
From flesh.
Time has come,
My soul is held forever
In the memories of me.
Back and forth it walks,
Back and forth.