Poetry comp thing

**:p see title.** ***please gimme feedback*** Same and Different Nîmes from the Tour Magne, William Marlow As I am walking up the path to the guard tower that will stand forever I catch a glimpse of bright green cloth. As soon as I turn it’s gone. I take the small path that climbs to the top of the hill and look toward the ruined wall of the structure that once stood here. The cloth. It was a darkened green I’ve never seen before. Could it be a trick of the mind? A sign from Jupiter? But no. I push these thoughts from my mind and turn to the task at hand. I see a glimpse of silvered metal. Clean, shiny, polished, A red crest above. Then it is gone. I wonder… As the day turns to night I clean the dust and dirt of the day from my chestplate and it shines. The red plume on the top signifying my rank is clean and bright. As the day turns night, I walk back through the streets of Nîmes to my home. It is not large, but it works. If I had a choice I would live here again a thousand times. This place is calm. Far calmer than some places I have been. The grass is green. There is fresh air. The water is clean. The next day I see the cloth again. The next day I see the glint again. When I wake, it is not the same. It is different. Where am I? Where is this place? Who am I? What are these clothes? Why am I wearing armor? Where is my gladius? Where’s my phone? Who am I? Now it is dark. And I am lost. Am I lost? No. A soldier of the empire is never lost. Just… confused. And I am lost. Am I lost? No. A true Frenchman is never lost. Just… conflicted. I will find my way back home. Somehow. *Based on this image (see below.)*