A Most Uncivil War

Woman Sitting In Holding Cell in Shock

Inside a battle is raging
The air is filled with smoke
You don your armor
As do I
Warriors beneath Death’s cloak

Sometimes I find upon this journey
It is no longer safe to hide
The offenses too grave
The time too short
To heal this pain inside

At sunset’s dusk an angel weeps
Holding out a bloody sword
Through tears I’m squinting
At the ocean’s glinting
Nowhere seeing a way forward

At times I am feeling
Living too long is stealing
While other lives drip slowly off the page
And I catch a glimpse
An animal trapped
Pacing in its cage

A vanquished enemy lies in darkened sand
In drying blood impossible to understand
For in Understanding’s House
Death’s cloak in transparence lifted
The fog of this uncivil war but smoke and douse



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Richard Volaar

Richard Volaar

I've won a couple of minor awards, my second being a speech I wrote for the VFW about why I care about America. It won and I made 25 bucks. Now I'm in IT.