Charles J. Ingerson


Fire found seeking
me not seen today
seeming invisible
almost as to pray.

Men were dying now
the screams return
where was I to be
in sleep I now burn.

Sweat coming ruthless
as the monsoon rain
allowing me no sight
just feeling the pain.

Seeming invisible to be
how could I be so lost
in these times of past
seeming invisibles cost.