About Face Poem by Laurence Overmire

I'm starting to feel the skin sag on my face
That's not a good sign
My eyes much heavier than they used to be
The weight of troubled years
Burdened in my joints
This feeling of pulling away
Like muscle from the bone
Not willing to commit to this
Final thrust of life

I am tired

Tired of this great Pretending
The wounds inflicted day by day
Do matter
We wage such petty wars
And only succeed in defeating ourselves
I'm ready to leave the battlefield
Put me on a stretcher
Bandage over my eyes
This place you call ambition and glory
This poppied cock of meaning
Is a wasteland

Nothing more.

~ Laurence Overmire