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A Cleaner Battlefield?
by Beth B.
| It once brought joy to my darkness,
Knowing that the broken bodies of true war Remained exclusive to my memory's domain, Leaving whole his innocence. |
| But, all unseen, this battlefield
marked him.
Trepidation haunts his eyes, Shading dark the light which filled them, The change invisible to all but me. |
| Victim of too many casualties
From this lesser war zone, He stays to be my balance, And each step draws him Deeper into shadows That I cannot fight. |
