The warning signs were all there,
Menagerie’s gate within our stare.
Make sure my medals are straight.
13 steps to show respect, three spent shells encased
I saw the war coming, I wasn’t surprised
Vindication isn’t supposed to feel this bad.
Can you remember the harvest faces we’ll never see again?
The world will spin whether I tune in.
The world will end whether I attend.
No more surprises,
I’ve seen all I could be.
Everything’s in my cloud, my persistent memories.
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Author:
C.W Bleu (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Several thoughts merge in this poem past present and future, war, death memories. Flashes and glimpses nicely done
Thank you. So few words, so much to say. Along with the visual it's a trifecta, a complete telling. The song is a nice little ballad, piano, acoustic guitar, vox; it seemed like a nice trio, if you're interested. But this piece does fine on it's own imo. Thanks for commenting.
You are most welcome
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