Warstruck

Warstruck

A Poem by Winter

Warborn
Warthorn
Warstruck
A sword thrust
A bullet wound
A missing limb
For a worn nation
To the unknown king
I spill my blood
Enough to forget whose blood makes the river

Forever a sin
Forever at brink
Of destruction
My love for you
Is never at your hands' reach
Yet always at a weapon's reach

© 2016 Winter



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Whoa! Another war-themed masterpiece! Simple words, but put together in a powerful way. The last three lines are my favorite:

My love for you
Is never at your hands' reach
Yet always at a weapon's reach

My interpretation is the lost love has to be won back and guarded by the weapon - not sure if it is what you mean.
Thank you for your self-ad that led me to this beautiful piece!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Another eyebrow raiser Winter.
It's easier to cut down the source of the frustration - and the love - before it grows and makes a rose out of one's rapier.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Winter

9 Months Ago

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Meethaphore/1729130/ aight had to go dig this out, if one day i b.. read more
Tony Jordan

9 Months Ago

I hope to hear you sing them or something then.
It's been a great craic speaking to you. See,.. read more
Winter

9 Months Ago

Ah! My hermit agenda is merely at truce with my social agenda~

Goodnight onion-friend.. read more

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Added on December 3, 2016
Last Updated on December 3, 2016

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