Jordan Bessler Poems

Give me a bat
I’ll start swinging
Give me a bow
I’ll start aiming
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Just one last time
I want to hold you
Just one last time
I want to smell you
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I can’t handle this no more
I feel like im going to hurl
There is nothing that can endure
This pain that keeps me torn
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Clenched fists as the drums of war approach
Each man readies his soul for the wretched and foul
All but one
He stands with graceful eyes, armor torn
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