365 Days of Poetry — Day 155

 

The sky is raining the ashes of a thousand men,
taught to die a death for an honorable win.
And now the dry heave of human dust is drowning in red,
the decomposing remnants of the wounds that once bled.

Our bodies are drenched with denial,
a well-worn cloak of poisonous vile.
We reek with the scent of a secret ill-kept,
an ocean of salt from the tears that we’ve wept.

The sky is raining the ashes of a thousand men,
taught to die a death for an honorable win.

– Brittany Rose

Author’s notes: Personally, I think that this is my best in a while. There is nothing forced about this and I love that feeling. I hope you guys enjoyed!

 

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4 thoughts on “365 Days of Poetry — Day 155

  1. Honorable….this need to be spoken about more. I dream of peace and war breaks out; i defend myself and i’m painted the villian…. nice piece!!!!

    • Thanks so much!
      Just a clarification, I am thankful for the freedom that I have in America, as well as the the men who have given their lives for it. They deserved to be honored. However, this poem is about all of the wars that aren’t in freedom’s best interest — which is a lot.

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