Jun 2023
You were a wild, tortured soul
It would take a warrior to tame
The beast that lodged within you
And so I fought in full-battle gear
Until I could not go on and lay down the sword
My armor had dropped off year after year
Until I was naked before all, defeated
Now you are dead my love,
But not by my hand.
It would take a warrior to tame
The beast that lodged within you
And so I fought in full-battle gear
Until I could not go on and lay down the sword
My armor had dropped off year after year
Until I was naked before all, defeated
Now you are dead my love,
But not by my hand.
My poor dear husband came home from Veit Nam a shell filled with many torments. In the end, the beast took his life. Lungs cannot breathe when so heavily scarred.
