HAIBUN WEEK 2
HAIBUN WEEK 2
March on...march on...men in fatigues sing along, boots sinking into fresh snowfall, unmindful of the rising pain from shrapnel wounds. Pain swallowed down like bitter bile. Left behind, comrades in trenches killed, without even a funeral.
pain strikes the weak-willed
spreads thin as snow over
hills
flaked off to quieten
Hummingbirds' trills add to the surrounding music. Double-dose pain cannot be cured with pills.
glacial feelings sift
through the sands of time,
slowly
nitpicking trending