Drive (Incomplete)

Certain innocence does cling

And troubles my spirit

Which the mind, trembling

Knows in its vanity

As weakness - perhaps insanity

In time, the tyrant be slain

And the wars fall asleep

The Loyal warrior, though uncertain

The child grew up too soon

Yet incomplete continues to swoon

Still, anger drives the mind thus

In spurts and bouts and episodes

As to the stranded ship does

A restless storm stubbornly savage

In its blind rage, an irrevocable damage

And here lies the warrior’s misery

Not in his pride or despondency

But in resilience’s trickery

For that insane innocence

Clings, and troubles his prudence

And something, I wish

More than anger, anything at all

Could drive this withering squish

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