Two Sides. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The chaos that churns up my brain
That feeling of being half insane
Is still with me when night time comes
When I dream of deaths and fights in slums.

My face is dripping beads of sweat
Eyes alert and hair so wet
Half scared to death I lie awake
How much more can one man take?

But whilst awake I think of you
And sunshine thoughts come into view
That darkness, it just seems to vanish
As all black thoughts and deeds are banished.