War Veteran

War Veteran short poem

A rock within a shell encased, lifeless and stilled.
Heavier than most, despite the wear and attrition.
Stone, cold and caged within. Deliberately chilled.
Once, in another’s hand, cast aside like spent ammunition.
Collaterally damaged, withdrawn from further crusade.
Surrendered, with all purpose depleted.
Buried, without ceremony, in an unmarked grave.
Love and life defeated.

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Stark words and yet so poignant..great piece of writing @robjmann!

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Short poem but oh full of sadness and meaning

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