The Old Warrior, Kyosa Poem by C H Sund
The Old Warrior, Kyosa
(kyosa: Norwegian...chosen)
Depression is calling
so subtle it's knock
The spiral dance begins
the door opens slow
Pills, have tried a few
senses never woke
Alcohol always there
hangovers cure what
I have battled many foes
vanquished most some won
But this darkening cloud
my body so sore
My path is chosen now
take away your aid
Speak not of new days how
I seek Mother's hand
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