The Call Poem by Chanyn Fuller

The Call



Dedicated to
Chris Bock

Thoughts race, their minds
Screams unheard
Pain is already caused
Mended wounds
Open scars
Dreams for tomorrow
Are all merely a side thought

They die for us, there
As we die for the next
We honor those past, present
Deceased, alive
Those who fight
Those who wait, for that call
To determine their fate

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