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Soldier

Perpetual war,
mind’s quiet struggle: embittered
body, battlefield.

Continuous fight,
maintain control: entrenched soul
scrabbles through dark dirt.

Bullet hurts, bitten
before surrender: passion
shot down, casualty.

Rows of dead feelings
destroying intent: shattered
yearning, plea for peace.

Too tired to struggle
let me yield: reparations
held in shaking hands.


Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020