Colin F. Jones


Some have not known extreme fear
Nor known the passage through its grip
The cold cloak that makes it disappear,
Serving as a shelter for the trip.
Yet that which rises then must fall,
Like freezing snow that must thaw,
Draining courage from us all,
To rest a while from the war.
Was I brave; so cold and dead,
With all thought drained from my brain,
Chemical reactions in my head
That I’d fear to experience once again.
Well I will never know for sure,
For I’ll not seek to suffer more.