Alone - Poem by Philip Lore
To feel alone on earth, as I am now,
Deeper wrinkles stamp my brow.
A climax of blotted human ills,
The worst of woes when a soldier kills.
I love the world, does it love me?
Pray for peace daily, on bended knee.
Discontent so unconfined,
Need not to hate, but the truth to find.
Dark-heaving memories that I keep,
Delirium in this desert heat.
War shedding our tears and many more,
Desert sand covered with blood and gore.
For war is such a vicious life,
Human wretchedness, awful sight.
Sometimes crazed, feeling low,
My time here done, its almost time to go.
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