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Poetry from within

Two Minds

On ceremony parade stand there still, thinking of the fields where men did kill

Glory and pride am standing there, memories of battle Iíll never share

Am standing there under a thousand eyes, but I see the pair of eyes begging not to die

Orders are shouted and we do our drill, orders are shouted we start to kill

Officers come round and give us praise, but I remember the sight with my rifle raised

I can no longer see the crowds in the stands, but only the soldier in my bloodied hands

As the officers approach they look at me, I remember the explosion of the IED

He looks at me up and down, lost count the soldiers who I treated on the ground

Months ago, I was here getting briefed, when he looks in my face does he see my grief

He asked me if I was still living the dream, the wounded on the ground I still hear them scream

He makes a joke about having some beers, I just want to be alone to shed my tears

He walks away and leaves me alone, I think of those who didnít make it home

After inspection he walks away, I fear my mind in that war itíll stay

The crowd is filled with the faces of unknown, but I only see those who are gone

Uniform of honour, is placed away, the memories of horrors are here to stay

As people go by their daily lives, I struggle through mine how can I survive

Gordon Bruce