Friday, September 25, 2015

Making it?

Creative thoughts are lost among 
the droning drowning din
of battle to ascend a rung
and rake the bennies in

but every now and then I get 
a chance to sit and jot 
the few words that I don't forget
while fighting for that spot 

a grizzled veteran of war
I carry on despite 
the code of conduct I deplore 
ignoring flags of white 

my fuel is running way too low
to fall behind the line
it's hard to overcome a foe
that savors blood like wine.

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