StainA Poem by MasonThis stain...Forever...It remains...
I suppose
once you've seen her dark side, the stain never leaves your eyes. I have forgiven her for the war she waged, but I've seen too much to return for vacation. No soldier comes back from war as if war had never existed. I still carry my gun. I am at the ready. The stain draws my attention, but when I look to it it disappears from sight. © 2018 Mason |
StatsAuthorMasonSomewhere in, GAAboutUsing this platform unpublished while I work out the whole story. -Mason, February 10, 2016 more..Writing
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