Fortunes of War
Train, sidings, chaos, meaning
Scared to look, reasoning, vision
Closed doors now opening, sighs
Confusion abounds, shouting
Bullets flying, pouting guards, snipped
Warred crimson spills
Previous defiance lies with no voice
Empty they, embraced with death
Elation, turmoil, as to where I am, confused
Being me, scared to step out, sunlight
Approached, a gentle calm
Breathing to hyper, in gasp, now lost where I am
My eyes wide in open stare, beware
Calmness abounds to an American sound
I'm free
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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