Distance
You wander aimlessly, trying to find Your way- Lights, beaming on you, Its time, you’re in your prime. Now its time, to find your path. It’s a new day, your friends are Distant- Your life seems to be happy resistant. When the dust settles on the battlefield, And all is said and done, You look back on your accomplishments- And finally realise, you have none.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 14th Jul 2010 10:27
The last line is excellent, as is the final 'stanza' with its scansion and rhyme pattern. I agree with Alison, the 'happy resistant' is great too.