Rage Poem by Philip Lore

Where is the life that I have lead?
Am I alive or am I dead?
See the revolution of these times,
To willful men, the death toll chimes.
All woe stirs to merciless souls,
Across the deserts sandy knolls.

In a rage, with a frustrated will,
No comfort, or glory, when I kill!
These are not mere words,
But madness!
Life and death,
Such tragic sadness.

Doomsday eclipses in my minds eye,
Fate predicts and then you die.
Am I a monster in my thought?
For all the pain and suffering I brought.
Hideous deeds, tragic scene,
In all I've done, In all I've seen.

Blind fortune is so profane,
Vile acts in war,
Am I insane?

Guilty deeds abhored by fighting men,
Grapple my soul, over and over again.
Into madness will I rave?
I'll take it all to my untimely grave.