Charles J. Ingerson


In the darkness
of my eyes
reflections appear
of clear blue skies

Hearing soft moans
others trying quiet
not to awaken
one there a pilot

Over there a catcher
but he’ll be no longer
caught shrapnel
lucky not a goner

In the bed next
saved his patrol
but lost his legs
morphine his control

Could I go on
one by one known
in the darkness
how old I’ve grown

Then she stands
by my bed silent
handing me a pill
from heaven sent

In the darkness
falling freely tears
of my eyes
when vision clears