Tony Gebhard

I find the need to fail,
Yet my need to win shall sail,
I conquer all that arises,
My heart is where my mind is.
Amidst the echoes of the past,
On a battleship, time has outlasted.
Standing strong, though alone,
On decks where history’s wind has blown.
A rifle in hand, a symbol of might,
Under the sky, grey and not quite light.
In this desolation, my spirit finds fire,
In rusted metal, my ambitions aspire.
Like this vessel, abandoned, yet grand,
My journey’s etched in the parched land.
For in this solitude, stark and grim,
Lies the strength to face, the battle within.
My victories are silent, known but to me,
In a landscape of memory, vast as the sea.
With each step on this forsaken ground,
I find the courage, where hope is found.
In the quiet, my resolve rings clear,
Amongst these ruins, I face my fear.
In the heart of the lost, in the eye of the storm,
In this desolate scene, my spirit is reborn