- Non-Erotic Poetry
- No longer a Hero
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Click hereHe once bared his teeth and cried at the same time.
Fighting only for his love of a girl with far away eyes.
Stereotypes of morals weren’t his reason but a word was, “her”.
He was a hero. Collapsed now without a stir.
The candle flickered a brightly yellow, then a blur.
Begging Be Bitter awful drops! Deny such Sweetly sticky Cries!
If I could shout it to the wind it would not be in rhyme.
Take away his reason for life. what an ungodly crime.
Apocalypse was the demon of yesterday for him
Strife is the demon of tomorrow that he ignores
Without a source of valor to fight such grand wars
A champion no more to those he now deplores.
Who could kill something without even a whim?
Her beautiful memory will haunt him past his prime.
- COMMENTS
bluerainsalmost 20 years agoimages of Viet-Nam and so many still dealing with the delusions .....good pen...o))blue
