Short piece about a man whos piece has been distroyed by war.


Trading Fire For Blood

A thunderstorm of sound
and color drove him
deeper into his morose

the simple act of passing time
had defeated this man
one day born in the brine of war

his gentle days now tempered
by dreams embroiled in the devils work
trading fire for blood.




Poetry by cordell
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Written on 2009-06-03 at 21:19

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
this reminded me of my father who was a navy man during world war 2...he never really recovered from it...as i imagine people never do.
a very simple but astute write.
2009-06-04