by Rob Sanders
Crying in the night
Trying to hear
Through the whiskey and the tears.
I’m tired and can’t sleep.
Men talking long dead, buried deep.
I’m really tired, so fucking beat.
I still hear the war nearby
The hammering of guns like carpenters on crack
Banging on the walls of my mind.
This first appeared in The Havok Journal on March 20, 2019
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