As Once I Was Before
What?
You think you’re f’king right?
You think that flag you’re fighting for makes this f’king tight?
He’s dying.
He’s not more than a f’king child.
And yes I’m f’king crying as I’m here watching his light go out.
I shot him.
In the stomach; my aim was poor.
But I’m not a f’king murderer and am not gonna force him through the door.
I’ll hold his hand, look in his eyes until he dies and be a f’king human as once I was before.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2023
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