My war is done
Through arid nights
They fire their gun
But do not see
my war is done
the years of blood
have stained my skin
and chambered death
inside a grin
I have born my soul
To no applause
And washed up on
A thousand shores
When the blasts denote
That death is near
And the mists of dream
Are all but clear
As voices fade
Behind the sun
Then all shall see
My war is done
Copyright © D. Anthony Regan | Year Posted 2024
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