No one sees the fading eyes
of the glory bound soldier.
Family, months later, search for closure.
Every one hears their cries.
Brothers and sisters, into the fray
through bullets and hellfire.
Fighting down to the wire
claiming victory over D-day.
Countless boats of the dead
float home on calm oceans.
The echoing tailwind of explosions
heeding the whispers of coffin beds.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
شِعرShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
