Charles J. Ingerson


Ever to wonder
another to lose
able to ponder
wanting to abuse.

Short tempers often
fuses lit in vain
afraid to soften
wanting no more pain.

No new friends needed
losing all the old
emotions heeded
tasting bitter cold.

Fields lined with death
mostly those unknown
sadly masking breath
similarly shown.

Hell is the village
soldiers ever know
old friends to ravage
in war’s ugly show.

Ever to wonder
unwanting anymore
psyche’s defender
closing this sore.