I witnessed first hand…
The look he had in his failing eyes as life slipped away without a sound
Acknowledging that death had not only knocked twice but also rang the bell
My ears concentrating on the sounds of war not death
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Your last line says it all - ironically and eloquently. The rest of the poem is an angry and agonized remembrance of all that wasted youth. Powerful penning. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Ted, this is one of those genre of yours that hits heart and head with a bang. Thank you. t x