the phantom war we fight today
we also fought it yesterday
who gave the orders
who gave the drill
only myself
and my own will
or something else beyond the grave
that wants to slay me
when I pray
that thou O Lord
are ever near
to calm me in my terrible fears
that keep me waging over years
a phantom war
with phantom tears.
mary angela douglas 16 january 2023
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