This Saddest War

a poem

how stretched she was from earth to heaven

Goddesses’ hand preventing her fall

ever reaching outward

reality steeping her mind

holding fast for all she’d felt ahead

echoed promises of youthful remembrance

time so broken by peace

those fleeting moments spent beside

tainted memories flamed in foolishness;

by horror

hardened beacons of sorrowful lies told



martyrs both, for hope betrayed

each in their way

galaxy of lost trust between



so obsessed with her demise

reborn a cyclone of rawest destruction

such cloying pleas for charity made

her tears to douse hope's final embers



their truth — violence in a world so blind

their gift — healing in a land so cruel

yet still, blindness and cruelty they birthed

by she who'd love them without charge



her fires stoked to such heights

now just a sad story they'd tell

forever she burned

though feelings shared, some bought alone

her paying thrice, forevermore



such ageless hearts of fiercest claim

a purest match of fury

connected still they'd seem to be

if only in this saddest war

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