my name is
not for naught
© 2014, J.H.
timing and options unacceptable home from the marching a message inside which is that? why not cut it clearly in the morning hush of yesterday i am once again in the wrong direction on to the sky or do we grow i considered that which i have received the harder to balance oh i wish it anything but far far away i will be in my bitterness standing tall head high eyes closed in case the circle a slowly expanding cloud goes to nothing the last order i won’t let it oh i have taken the blow © 2013 J.H.
November 16, 2013 | Categories: NEW!, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: after death, death, dying, fatal, is there life after death, new, poem, poetry, pondering, soldier, war, what is life, writing | Leave a comment