Normal poetic service returns on October 1st.
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.
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