Battlefields
A prison for stolen souls
Battlefields are
Trapped in the urgency of yesterday
The chosen, unseen and silent
The scarred earth they walk
Past objectives, they search
Grass now, blankets of rolling green
Cover the fallen, not the pain
Copyright © Robert Houlden | Year Posted 2020
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