Horror

I wish I could die at times,

But I can’t,

That what makes every day worse,

Than the last,

Win some, lose some,

That’s my life now,

It’s not when, why or where,

It’s how,

I sometimes look out the window and gaze at the stars,

Brilliant things burning away so far,

It’s one of those natural things of beauty,

War is not,

I fear every passing day,

Next week, next year, tomorrow,

That is why my life is lived with images of horror. 

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