Farewell, Son
“I hurt a hurt I have not felt.
I’ve hardly slept.
I’ve hardly wept.
I am the pain that I have dealt.
I’ve bid farewell
a thousand times,
a thousand more I’ve
embraced goodbyes…”
This poem came from a sense of grief and abandon in a warzone.
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