What I Hear Poem by David Wilson

In the darkness of my mind, in the shadows that i bind
the monster begins to grip my heart, his malice is all i find
his love is coverd by his anger, passion smothered by such hatred
his screams come alive, and for his freedom he begins to strive
my patience does conceal, and keeps him in the dark
but intelligence and deep thoughts, are all his mark

without this beast i would have no pen
if he were to leave, i could never write again
his words they come, in a vicous flow
today, tonight and even tommorow
it cant be stopped, only heard
words that kill, it sounds ubsurd

but if you listen, and if you feel
you will see something oh so real
they always scream, and always yell
for us to return their loved ones, that have fell
we sent them to war, and watched them die
and for all those souls we never cry

but every day, i walk the streets, of this town
and all the people come from all around
ghostly faces, from unknown places, from long ago
crying for their sons and husbands, to come back home