War of Delicacy

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Wars nobody notices. Wars nobody mentions. Wars that are delicate yet too horrific to be thought of.

War of Delicacy

by darklyloved

As he stands on the edge of a cliff

while playing the beautiful sound of a violin,

war rages down below,

with families being slaughtered in one blow.

He controls the war,

not underneath,

but inside his mind,

with the story that he plays on the instrument

that will forever live on.

Years pass...

He's aged, but yet he still plays

trying to diminish his internal fire.

People whisper about him decads after.

He is delicately chaotic

with a beautiful story of a delicate war

of bloodshed.

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@bernardtwindwil Thanks! I'm glad that people can get the idea that I wanted to display out there.

bernardtwindwilGifted WriterGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months agoReply
This was a deeply disturbing poem. I received images of Nero, McNamara, Hitler, and on and on. The fact that you are right is strikingly true. I fought in a secret war that we were sworn to secrecy for 20 years. They are going on now while some insane powerful people play their Stratovairii. I loved this poem Great job!!!