Colin F. Jones
WHERE DO WE GO?
Awarded: July 24, 2008Where do we go when we do close our eyes?
We yet remain though absent from our place,
‘Tis not as though our mind from living dies,
As it would do if death had shown its face.
For it is active filled with thoughts and dreams,
Some called nightmares that at night awake,
To urge from us with terror dreadful screams,
Drive through our hearts a cruel and savage stake.
‘Tis then when we are absent from defence,
When our blood is slow and painful in our veins,
When our minds are making little sense,
That the demons freed escape into our brains.
No! Sleep is not like death: ‘tis meant for rest,
Though to a veteran I speak of it in jest.
©Copyright July 20, 2008 by Colin F. Jones