Life,
its own battle,
the empty can,
the endless rattle.
I find myself wandering through the graveyards of my mind,
embedded with the history of the heroes that I find.
In darkest hour,
and
deepest fear,
I search,
I find companions here.
A time my mortal soul can feel,
a time to harvest flesh with steel...
...and all time is now.
With heavy heart
I read your stone,
Soldier Boy,
Twenty One
and where has all your future gone.
This place I sit,
where lovers wept,
of parent's tears
and vigils kept,
a place where heroes never stepped.
and I forever in your debt.
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Author:
Yorke (
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Lovely poem. I love the change in length for each stanza, It really shows the chaos of the situation
Thank you very much, I really appreciate you reading and your comments, thanks again.
My wife and I visited the Natchez Military Cemetery this time of year last year. I was surprised as she began to weep openly after reading some of the inscriptions. Well done.
Thank you for your reply, it is always with us I think, the tragedy of war. It is part of what makes us human.
Awesome Awesome write
Thank you for your kind reply.
Welcome
I love this one; very well written. Such a pertinent subject as well, and I love that you end on a note of respect for those have laid down their lives far too young. Please continue to post, I look forward to reading more of your work xx
Thank very much for your kind words, I do appreciate you reading and replying, thank you😀
Thank very much for your kind words, I do appreciate you reading and replying, thank you😀
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