Hold me close
Don't let me go
Tell me the blood
Staining your hands
Is not your own
-
Tell me it's another's
The blood of an enemy
To our country
Thus to ourselves
-
Don't tell me about
The fog of doubt
Shrouding the battlefield
The memory of a question
Not to be questioned
Who is the enemy?
-
Tell me he has fallen
Drowned in a sea
Riddled with bodies
-
Don't tell me about his family
His sweetheart left at home
Clutching to a promise
He will not
Cannot
Fulfil
-
Don't tell me about her wait
At the letterbox by day
Dreading the letter
Dreading the yellow
-
Don't tell me about the pain
Three measly letters bring
Her trembling hands
Glassy eyes
As she reads them
K.I.A
-
Don't tell me about his child
For he doesn't know himself
Don't tell me about the reality
Of a world so harsh and cruel
A world that it will face
Alone
-
Hold me close
Don't let me go
Tell me all is okay
Because you're okay
Don't tell me about
The loss
The heartbreak
The innocent
The pain
-
You left behind
War poem, written for Literature around May 2015. Hyphens indicate verse breaks because Wattpad doesn't like my formatting. Of a fairly high quality. KIA stands for Killed In Action and during war times, the families of the fallen would receive this message on a yellow slip of paper.
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