I survived I survived I survived 

That is the limit of my consciousness

I survived all the battles of the war 

Without even a bloody scratch 

I wrote many poems now long hidden 

In those blazing dreams of my experience 

Each day I try to exorcise these poems 

By disturbing the dusts of the many tables 

That litter this wretched but beautiful cell 

That is my mothers safe warm womb 

Away from my fathers deep disappointed eyes 

The doctors tell me to look at my reflection 

But all I see is a country boy grown old before his time

My cornflower eyes have drowned in the cold cloying mud

Of the battlefields where I once loved and worshipped war

My features are sharp like a black decaying corpse 

Whose hollow eyes are staring into a future 

That has been denied to them but not to me 

As I have visited Hell in all its glorious silence