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.