Sad Beyond Thinking
Sad beyond thinking,
Incredulous, shrinking,
To limits of smallness and pain.
I dwell on the faces,
That warfare disgraces,
And dwindle in anguish again.
Sad to my marrow,
The pain like an arrow,
I sorrow for life lost in vain,
Flowing compassion,
My sentiment ashen,
I think of the ghosts that remain.
Pain in profusion!
The devil’s illusion,
That force begets glory and might,
The only conclusion,
Is added confusion,
And hope stricken far from our sight.
Innocents mangled,
Intractably tangled,
In rubble and improvised graves,
Heartache compounding,
In losses astounding,
A feeling of doom it engraves.
Fiersome distorted,
This warfare contorted,
This travesty unto our souls,
Loss and privation,
A sad devastation,
A landscape that Satan controls.
adamdaniel 