Treasure Island

Liam Hughes

(25/03/1991 / Bedfordshire, UK)

Soldier


A gun in your hand
And a glint in your eye
The rules you understand
You can never defy
A rank by your name
And stripes on your shirt
The rules to the game
You’re unable to desert
Bound by their power
Transfixed by their beauty
But can’t show they devour
Your ties to your duty

Madness can take whatever it needs
Uncovered truths bare all the weight
Arrogance dies hope also recedes
Vision no longer seems to appear straight
Fights cause misery but boredoms not around
Alone you reside within your own head
Your thoughts never venture into the profound
As they fall from your being as though made of lead

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 08, 2014

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