War - Torn Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

War - Torn



I slurred in my speech;
Hands idle
Sickly sauntering towards
Repose.

I lost myself
In this trance.
A grand ultimatum.

When I arrived,
I saluted my bed
With a trembling sigh.
I am war-torn
And even so, forlorn.

I lost you,
As I lose myself.

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