"A Nervous Disposition" Poem by Peter Vealey

Seeking basic needs,
On both sides of the war.
"This nervous disposition",
Cries out "SOLACE"!
Then weeps dolefully to
Unreliable scars.
Let alone "Friends"!
So utterly scared of
Life passing them by.
"Basic needs, oh basic needs,
Come back, Come back!
To fading faint echoes of disapproval.
From past victories-
To this fraught disposition,
Lies wearied by "friend and foe"
Amidst yesteryear's hollow battles.