January 5, 2020.
is this supposed to be a rebellion?
oh, darling, is this supposed to be a rebellion?
you know, i'm certainly not shaken
the sting from the back of your hand across my flushed face
only caused a stare, not a stir
i can look at you; why aren't you even looking at your own war victim?
it's a pitiful rebellion when it relies on violence
i, myself, only get uneasy when there's real words after so much silence
but you're to expect this from a coward who pretends to be pulsing with rage when they're really just shaking from fear
and then you crawl to me, desperately, as if you were shot in battle
you offer me freedom, your honors through golden pins and colored patches
and it's as if i'm wearing a shirt i've bled in before
your heart is as bruised as mine, keep your purple heart
i walk away from these explosions that leave a ringing in my ears
i bandage my wounds and relive such trauma
i am not worthy of your freedom, it has a cost i can't afford
so i leave this battle field, searching for my own
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2020-01-06 at 05:47
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