BODYGUARD

Death as the sword of justice!

Line upon line, skittled down

Into a clay-trench, ringed by guns

And black uniforms.

 

Memories linger,

Subconsciously obstinate,

 

An old, shrivelled man,

Frozen by time‘s dark secret,

Sits away from his family,

 

Dying.

 

Hell enters the cramped space,

To remind this father of lies.

Reviews

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that was haunting and deep..well written..

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A perfect flow and sequenced timing for a reader, well done