Hero Life 2 Poem by Thomas Plotz

Blood with-drawn from my face,
Hero life filled, with amendments and remnants,
From duties done, protecting the State,
Kinship lifeblood wicked away,
Saving me for another day, till
My heart, is filled with atonement,
Consumed, till the last drop falls,

It's true,
I was blue,
The line of truth,
Wasting away, I was turning fray,
Sick, of being sick,

Now looking quite pale and yellow,
From that fellow, standing tall in a foreign land,
For my mind has chosen, to be lost and scared,
Scars from the battles rage,
Still trapped, within my mental cage,
Thinking of it daily,
Though we all are, to some degree,

So much Love, you had shown,
On your own, your star shines bright, then
You swam over for me,

To see, what you could see,
To see, what we could be,
To free and, fix me,

Then the stars and lights,
Shine from the heavens bright,
Shining lights of brilliant night,
Holding us near, my dear kin,
Healing me, by pushing the fear,
Toward the rising Sun…

T. Plotz
Hero Life 2
26 March 2016