a poem about death, up to you if you think physical or mental.

We lived by the blood 

We died by the sword

Each  caught in a web hard to unweave

We bled for our sins

We died for what we believed.

So we shed our tears of sorrow

We who feel no agony or remorse, 

those who are dead to this world. 

We have hearts of fragile glass that break in each of our wintry grasps.

We lived in a war.

We died with no pain.

We loved and lost our hearts

our minds in every red drop.

Our bodies and tortured souls to the wars we lead and waged.

Let us now rest, with no blood to lose or gain. 



Submitted: April 02, 2018

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