Tears Of Red, White, And Blue Poem by Christina Ross

That knock on the door
Sent me to the floor
'We're sorry. He didn't make it home.'

Words lingering - Still stinging.
Tears can't pour anymore.
Deserted minds: empty thoughts.

Everyone said you'd be coming home.
You're not here and it's unclear
How am I supposed to go home?

Because I still need you by my side
My arms have no use anymore.
I have nothing left to love
Or live for.

Heartless uniforms pouring in
Waves of red, white, and blue
'We're sorry. He didn't make it home.'

Trumpets blare
Flags and bullets in the air.

Sorrow has sincerely found me here

That knock on the door
I can't breathe anymore.
'We're sorry. He didn't make it home.'