Monday, March 16, 2009

Poem: The War In Your Head

When the way ahead is fogged,
When the doubt and cold set in,
You are at not at liberty to retreat.

When reason degenerates,
Flight is a mad scramble
For the exits.

Retreat is a gathering of reason
As the dark forces assemble;
A provisional step back

As you assemble a full head of steam,
Biding time
For the counter-insurgency.

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