Poem – Untitled War

Sun bleached dress
Vibrant orange into dull peach

Days wear long upon my body
Sun deepens, light spreading to my bones

One last request, please
A meal, a word, an exit

Give me dignity and grace, allow my family a place
To bring flowers and pictures and whiskey

5 comments

  1. It made me sad, it reminded me of my brother near to tears ( an RQMS ) because he did not have adequate gear to equip his ‘Lads’ with. War is a shit which ever way you write it. thought provoking poem.

    1. Thank you for sharing. I definitely try to write these things from a non-experiences perspective, because I do not have first-hand knowledge, and never want to come across as “knowing”. So, I definitely appreciate your personal perspective on this.

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