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Jan 2016
This is the odyssey in
the unsettling of a night
and
it's flight or fight.

Run and we lose,
fight and we
might die.

So we try and we do.

Who?

There's sparkle of stars overhead and
I never got used to them,
underfoot is where
I
put my faith,
terra firma and
I'm the fast learner,
keep my feet on the ground.

I look around and see unexploded ordinance,
I don't see the romance in the dancing of death
only the stink of its breath and the rot.

And now
with a reason to a life and to live
I will not give an inch.

Pinch me if I dream aloud,
this anonymous face wants to
blend in with the crowd
and I will.

Nightmares share with me
the unsettling night,
this odyssey.

I expect nothing less, but
want a lot more.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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