Kaitlyn Byington

Rookie (08-12-1996 / Framingham)

Bloodland - Poem by Kaitlyn Byington

As this charred land stands still,
My feet travel near a river of blood,
The pain and depression, make me kill,
These hands that carry my sword, crusted of mud.

Near my hand, a little child plays,
Her time most near,
The Father Time makes everone pay,
The price of life, is which we fear.

As the finishing battle is won,
My last shot I take,
I am now the only one,
The last one I give no mistake.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 9, 2010



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