The Tired Man
5 Haikus on a Man who tires of war
Published in
Aug 7, 2022
By the boughs I sit
Aching from all the training
Awaiting my turn
Crimson blood seeps through
Merging with the muddy stream
This may spell my end
The dark bed above
Cares not for my battlecry
Why do we still fight
The final battle now
O alas finish me please
I smell stewed meats now
My vision closed up
Friends await, anytime now
Finally goodbye
