Charles J. Ingerson


Pulled apart
chosen to go
random hearts
wanting to grow.

Can one predict
how life will turn
a knife’s flick
a fire to burn?

Yet into the zone
killing to live
skill to hone
mercy to give

Severed relations
memories forgotten
unwanted solutions
in death begotten.

Ever closer to streams
freely flowing fresh
amid my lost dreams
lusts of the flesh

Selected before time
understanding foretold
varying from the line
wanting a stronger hold.

Never to complete
forever to go on
never to retreat
forever a pro-or-con

Blistering the heat
nothing able to touch
these moments fleet
in war’s arena such.

Why me and not them
while seeking the edge
in jungles to wend
my being to pledge?