The Aftermath (Cont. To War) Poem by Harley Morriss

The Aftermath (Cont. To War)



After the war
After hell
Death has missed
My skills above his
But not that of a landmine
In which took everything
Unable to move
Laying on this bed
If I had legs
I’d run and hide
If I had arms
I’d choke myself
Laying
Unable to live
Yet
Unable to die

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