War never truly ends for some.
My Thorny Crown by Michael Doyle It's said and it's true As a lesson learned by me and you That only the dead Know the end of war For the rest of us, it's in our heads Cutting deep and then a bit more In knowing death so intimately We find comfort and yet infinitely It's there in all of our small spaces Unforgettable in all of our embraces The traces of our forsaken yesterdays When we were surer in all of our ways That we knew the line between wrong and right The veil that drops between day and night All of the things that I would keep from you As unneeded and unheeded however true To keep your soul untainted, pure and good The things that I can't unknow are understood As the harbingers of my own bring down And I wear this torment as my thorny crown (c) March 2, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved