Nowhere Poem by Philip Lore

Going nowhere,
Getting somewhere?
Anxious to get home.

Secret places in my heart,
Brain and mind torn all apart.
No more dynamic words to say,
Just dying soldiers, from day to day.

Wistfully watching with liquid eyes,
Wars great weight in spirits rise.
Self contained, feeling weak,
Repressed secrets, never to speak.

Fear, repression, grip my life,
Whirls round and round, stabs my life.
No evolving, just futility,
Darkens my eternal souls purity.

Never ceasing pain,
Abounds in my life,
Breaking, separating, devouring strife.
I travel on so confused,
Consumated by war, distressed, abused.