Forget Me Not

by | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

As you stare into the eyes,
Of the man you call your friend.
To speak the words,
You both know to be a lie.
You find no fear.
May perhaps,
A simple resignation.
Pre-ordained this moment.
‘Tis Kismet.
A disciplined death.
A soldier’s fate


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