Some of my poetry
Regrets To Inform
She dreads the unhappy rap,
spades on coffin lids,
denies the ashen envelope,
military stamp,
sleepless eyes
are misted damp,
and lowered,
with the heavy sigh
of shuddered loss,
that floods full this
pool of grief,
fuller to brimming eyes,
his fading light
within her dies.
The fading light of sons,
sons setting
on mortal plains,
fallen with leaden
shock of pain,
pain of bullets,
wet thud of bullets
rending flesh,
groaning, sealing
his final breath,
gazed forlorn on
that face of death,
treading too soon
those silent halls,
for him the bugler's
last post calls.
March 2014
Last edited by fishman65; 16-01-22 at 18:30.
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