Six Months Later

by | May 11, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

It feels a lifetime ago since I was there.
But I can still taste the atmosphere, feel the warm air.
We’ve bid farewell to that war now, we’ve counted our dead,
We’ve dusted ourselves down and refocused ahead.

But there’s no rest for old soldiers, there’s still work to do,
British lives still expire in conflict anew,
As I learn of the bloodshed from the comfort of home
I relive those old feelings and let my thoughts roam.

For although I remember the hardship endured,
There’s a voice deep within me that can’t be ignored,
It compels my return to the adventure of war,
It wants to feel more alive, like it did do before


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