It's meaningless.
All of it...

In every season, the leaves had reason to hope...
It's only in the fall that they lose their amber...

Eyes open.
I find myself in water, cool, but not chilling...

Face it: life has not turned out the way you...
Be honest with yourself...

My dreams are my torment.
Would I, could I be strong enough to try...

If you will for a moment
Indulge me once more...

I woke in my bunk to the quiet rustling of the...
I rolled over and winced as my canteen met my...

*Not really a poem but I thought you guys might...
In December, days before Christmas, I died alone...

Beaten, bloodied, and bruised, we are your...
You see not faces, but mirrors of own defects...