Poetry

Forget Me Not

By 1st January 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

As you stare into the eyes,
Of the man you call your friend.
To speak the words,
You both know to be a lie.
You find no fear.
May perhaps,
A simple resignation.
Pre-ordained this moment.
‘Tis Kismet.
A disciplined death.
A soldier’s fate

James Love

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