Orders
War
Is loud.
But inside,
I am quiet—
Counting every breath.
Mud clings like old regrets.
Smoke writes names across the sky.
I don’t remember why we came,
Just the look in my captain’s tired eyes.
We move forward. That’s the only command.
Copyright © Madison Power | Year Posted 2025
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