Wounds that don’t heal
don’t have to manifest
to be real
Comprehend it’s not all about you
a vapor, mist, dew
gone maybe soon
Memories triggered by nightly news
peddled with blaring fervor
anger stews
Seething with resentment, spite
cynical killjoy
waging a fight against the light
Crazy nights without end
too much of this
nothing left to spend
Not enough sleep
feigning youth aging quickly
another of life's endless mysteries
So tell me sir
what's so damn casual
about the casualties of war
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