By Damien Knight
The warrior wakes surrounded by dead
Mind spinning, ghosts in my head
Blood spills like wine out of me
Here I die my soul set free
No more bloodshed, no more war
I shan’t drink sorrow anymore
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By Damien Knight
The warrior wakes surrounded by dead
Mind spinning, ghosts in my head
Blood spills like wine out of me
Here I die my soul set free
No more bloodshed, no more war
I shan’t drink sorrow anymore
This is all going on in mine....whts in yours??
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Not Like The Whiskey
Author. Entrepreneur. Dreamer.
You said a handful in the short poem. War teaches us, only one good thing. One more day to be alive at home with family. Is the true gold of life.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Powerful and worthwhile words by a talented writer.
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