Years go by, leaving us with nothing,
Heroic blackness,
Cowardly Veils.
He smugly sat speaking:
Tales of war by veterans of sedation,
Fables of triumph by victors of none.
But there were no larks,
No singing,
No bravery.
Where was he when the war had come,
Where were you when he fled to home.
And left in lore and legacy:
You are forced upon his quarrels.
You inherit his foe.
We lived,
We felt dawn,
But there was no sunset to glow.
Isaac Olajos
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This is wonderfully done. If I may, I suggest adding more tags, you have a wonderful approach and view of life that I am sure many others would benefit from reading.
Hahah i never know what to tag!
I could help you out if you want. Most of my traffic is from tagging 🙂
That would be awesome!
What time would be best for you? I should be free in roughly 3 hours time. Noon for me.
I have an exam at that time! but we can correspond through email isaacolajos@hotmail.com
Alright! I will shoot you an email when I get back.
That is how poetry is meant to be written!
Thanks! It’s a hobby but any criticisms/comments/praise /shares are very welcome. Constantly trying to improve so!