A man at war

Blurred hazy, dark and grim
Wish they hold me as I swim
Sinking falling in a sleepy hollow
Behind me, will they follow?

Nascent cries, pain, a foul smell
Does someone care? I can’t tell
Suffocation, nausea, confinement
A presence that makes me content

Shards of a broken mirror,
Sight of the ugly sorrow
Warmth or a golden touch,
A hope for a rosy tomorrow

Return, recover, gather your spirits
Mighty heart, whom glory befits
Learn to fight, to smile in pain,
The crownless, they say, shall be king again