Lifetime chasing those shadows

hes Tired, contrite an heartbroken, tears of flavour

flow down his cheek‘ an

“oH“

how he feels so weak , weary waisting away.

He doesn’t even eat!

Hes not half the man he was

it was the sex, drugs an the drink “I think”.

Now he chases those shadows around a small home all alone. Strange noises and voices,

“Oh why did he make those choices”.

He screems in his heart...

“all that happened from the start!”

some say a miracle, some say a work of Gods art.

He says...

“the art of war

a scare to the core, a score to settle with the devil,

chork up marking up the board selflessness, helplessness , worthless,

and waiting for the end of the battle“.

He spent a lifetime chasing one shadow...