To Many Men Have Cried
The morning air turned silver, from the mist
The trees stood quiet, holding up the sky
This calming serenity unclenched my fist
As I came to this forest, wanting to die
Collected dreams still haunt me, from the war
The eyes of those I held, crying aloud
The cold of their skin stays forevermore
While I wear survival's guilt, a dark shroud
Today, came to invite death, free the pain
but, this forest grabbed me, with a wolf's call
And chilled my spirit, what little remained
To release demons, that made my soul crawl
A voice soft I heard, to say it's alright
Leave this place, you can now welcome the night
Dedicated to Robert
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