I know the feeling of reliving a
nightmare every waking moment
And to scratch, at a surface that
is so thick and barbed with wire.
I know what you know.
When you wrote, I could not tell you that
I had been sitting out here for a day and a half
I was watching migrations of birds,
racing to the south
beating out the winter's fist
I have lost the foundation to my great house
Ive returned to the forest,
where there is no feeding light,
only the muck of a swamp land heart
I cannot fight this war
or rage
or this course of nature.
Oh my! What a powerful poem!
Oh my! What a powerful poem! Thank you for sharing it!