Ronin 10
There is a brotherhood among soldiers
a bond a band a fellowship
that those at battle’s end speak of
I long for its connection, its embrace
Yet here you lay blood bubbling from your lips
as you try to speak to me Beg me for comfort
in your final setting sun
My hand cannot stop the rose petals that burst
from your body with each failing breath.
In our eyes we both know the outcome
But in my heart my secret my truth
I hate the burden you have left the living
Copyright © Ryan Kelly | Year Posted 2011
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