| MY ARMOR |
| Parts of my life haunt me from years gone by. Like a snail I had my own shell into which I could hide. Like a snail one day I crawled out to find myself without a shell. Danger lurks all around nowhere to go, I have not my shell. Danger strikes abound in a mind, a soul, a heart. Yearning for release to be set free. I stand alone unarmed, my enemy within, my own POW. OH! Where is my shell? Then the real torture begins, day and night, my past a plague. My mind a state of confusion, where to turn, what to do. I seek escape only to find none. OH! Where did I leave my shell? I feel God has forsaken me, my beloved country shamed and damned me. Who knows the thoughts of my peers, I mostly avoid them. My family forms their own world around me. OH! Where did I leave my shell? For days and nights, from year to year, I seek escape from this hell. Feeling that part of me that mourns and cries to be free. The solution to leave this world myself. OH! What became of my shell? Yet still I wonder, like the snail maybe I can grow another shell. |
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| written by: RWD-526th Eng. Det. 1968-1969 |
| copywrite 1992 |
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| updated Jan 27, 2008 |