lame timing for an untitled poem
By katchan
These eyes of failure, these eyes of defeat, these eyes that have seen the world. The battle, the space between death and cruelty. They’ve seen the sweat and blood of a solider on the life forsaken ground. The merciful ground. They are they eyes of a worrier. Some soul that's been in one battle too many, one joke too long, and put up with too much. There just isn't anymore fighting left to do. Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 04:01 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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