Simple

Poetry, War Poems 0 Minutes

Shadows to a light I can’t find

The soldier standing

I stood behind

A metal door

Bullet holes in the wall

Of my grandma’s house

Simpler time

When I wished I knew

How to say hello

Without getting shot

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Published by strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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