BERM

position

we hold
and collusion crashs
the debris shinning
and jagged

while death dances

I held what I know
and gave what
was

and the grist
chewed up the edges
and seeped
deep
like a wound
that always cries
when memories
flame

and the blaze
never dies

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

CCfire

14 years 1 month ago

Don't change the last part of

Don't change the last part of this...I felt every word of that part.

Esker

14 years 1 month ago

been around combat vets of late
either UN or otherwise
long ago was near one from Kosovo
one is never the same
and the emotional trauma
from families
dysfunction hidden like subsonic
silent but powerful
if this voice spoke we would hear
it all in Unison
Speakers and Unison

thank you