I remain self-possessed, deadly tired,
Recalling things I have desired.
Are these ideas right or wrong?
Or just my worn-out common song?
About to reach my journey's end,
This war's my enemy, not my friend.
My heart longs for warm, quiet, summer days,
Turn my tide to brighter days.
I have endured this war's adversity,
Ventured far, soon I will be free,
Bound for better things in life,
A loving family, my sweet wife.
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We are all possessed by and possess ourselves Philip...this is an excellent write...you'll soon be back home with your family...stay strong...Fi 10+++