Proof Poem by Brian Ely

Proof



I can be myself
Now that the fighting ceased
Such a sweet feeling
Such a sweet release
Wrapped like a baby in a mother warm fleece
Happy never shooting graceful geese
Fighting only made me a monstrous beast
The war only teaching me to cheat
Glad now i again may be myself
In health
My smile is the proof.

Saturday, September 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: prophecy
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