Shellshock Poem by Barry Middleton

Shellshock



not only soldiers
laboring home
not just
the widow lost

not just the child
whose father died
but all must pay
the cost

for war extracts
a nation's soul
and tunes the heart
to hate

and kills the light
of every hope
denying Eden's
gate

exhaustion or
a screaming rage
fill the hollow
street

where shellshock
takes its awful toll
in victory
or defeat

Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hopelessness,loss,soldiers,war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 02 February 2016

I can assure you, my dear, that your poesy moves on a very high level.

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