The Battlefront Poem by Jennifer Batch
The Battlefront
As she turns her face towards the heavens
She cries out for the sweetest mercy
Begging mercy wash over her, stripping away her pain
Alone she'll face the battlefront
Unspoken words buried over time are her enemy
To be victorious is an unattainable desire
How long must she wage the war before she puts the armory down?
How long must she battle a never ending war?
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