I killed them and still
they rose to haunt me
in my sleep
and death’s hand
tortured me.
I tried to let it die
with time,
but it lingered
deep within my soul.
They called it peace
but never could
warriors keep,
the personal fatalities
of war away.
In my agony
I tried to forget,
but the demons
imbedded into me
did not want to rest.
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I tried to let it die with time, but it lingered deep within my soul...............oh what a feeling by the sagacity of deep thought, heart yet recoils by own ruse of atonement, wonderful poem by the vagaries of human deeds, quite passionate and ingenious way of expression by imagery,10++, thank for sharing