Knowing

 

With the world sitting,

Dangling it’s feet

Over the edge of war,

He escaped into

Thoughts about her,

Listened to the music

Playing in the night,

Read her letters,

Felt each note

Like a double edged

Razor blade,

That bitter sweet

Knowing

That they would

If they could,

Knowing that war

Would happen,

Knowing the

Impossibility

Of it all.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

(10:33 AM February 12, 2012)

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