Do you hear it?
The laughter?
You don't know, do you
That we are only here to serve THEM
Those so high, High above us

We are their pawns, their playthings
To them we are Nothing
They sit on their thrones laughing
at Us
Laughing their laughter
The laughter of dark Gods

Lost
Blindly wandering
Without hope

Nothing fulfills,
Everything eats away
at me

Waking each day
to an empty soul
Dreading each minute,
Every second

Building foundations for nothing
A soul wasted
Ever falling short

Let the music pass me by,
"God, I'm tired."

Beneath the crosses
row on row
Lying silently,
in ordered ranks

Young men
whose lives
Cut short,
will
Never be lived

Too many names
erased,
blotted out,
Lost in cries
and bloodshed

Too many names
lying lost,
amid
Rusted shells
and dirt

Too many names
to remember

Too many names
to forget

Too many

A fleet of ships
anchored among the rocks

Black flags raised
Grey white sails,
fluttering in the chill wind

With shrill cries
they take wing
and fly away

Ghost
drifting
Unseen
unheard and unnoticed
Skipped over
Missed and unmissed

Like a gust
of wind
Passed on
Out of mind
and quickly
forgotten

Dignity
My edge
My ace in the hole

Proudly I stride,
through the rows of mocking faces
Head held high

Proud
Dignified

This poem means exactly as it says
there is no hidden meaning
behind these humble words

No secret connotation
I assure you
Nothing here but
words

So do not ask and ponder
do not seek and search
Just leave us be
as we are

Unspoiled
Pure
as words