war is incredibly similar to love
to be more specific, with love's demise
think about it:
you go out there and you leave everything
you have
on the battlefield
you cry, you lose, you shatter
at some point, you don't even know
who the enemy is anymore
you just know you must keep fighting
and then it stops.
you put the weapons down
someone won, maybe, but everyone lost
and you go home and watch your loved ones
walk on eggshells around you
shadows settle in your head
the shadows may always be there
but you survive.
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poems for the hunted
Poetry// the poems I write to prevent my soul from caving in // language: English
