(THE WARRIORS LONESOME LAMENT)
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He lies back and let's her run through his mind.
She has no form but she is tangible.
A thought in the corner of his mind, in the recesses of his psyche.
A sigh escapes his lips.
Maybe he will go into the flow never meeting her.
Maybe he has met her when he was younger and didn't know how to fully appreciate a queen.
So many thoughts as he alone contemplates her and she grows form.
Born of his grey matter she is the stuff of his most vivid dreams.
He who has everything he could ever want...
Grandchildren, children and knowledge... He has paid a substantial price for it is hard on a warriors family.
The battlefield so lonely.
It being the place of his internment....
He sighs and rubs an old scar, a reminder that pain can be overcome.
He wonders why his heart aches if that is so.
Why his soul is flooded with metaphorical tears.
Why he is so tired.
She grows into a solid and he reaches out...
She disappears...
Such anguish that he finds himself confronting.
He fears.
They say that for everyone there is someone.
She recedes into his mentality.
Even warriors are allowed their dreams.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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