Who are you?
The words ring cold,
Age's plight.
Hands that once fought the allied fight,
Now shake – unable to hold him up.
The mind that once forged battle plans,
Now only a shattered visage.
Where has his mind gone?
But who are you to me?
Eighty three, shattered mind.
Broken pieces of battles lost and won,
Forgotten to all but him.
His story is soon to end.
A moon-kissed grave,
Bathing in the light of the stars.
Will they forget him as he forgot them?
His broken mind remembers none,
Not even the weeping daughter,
And the heart-broken son.
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Every Trick In The Book
PoesíaThis anthology of mostly narrative poems mostly revolves around real people's stories. People's real stories of war and peace, of love and heartbreak, of alcoholism and loss; they have been immortalized in this anthology.
