A silent war

Two men wage a silent war;

A pointless petty game.

He doesn’t know and he ignores,

Their motives are the same.


One called peace-a final card

To cease the silent war,

And one-his soul too foul and hard,

The card he never saw.


Two men fight a quiet war;

The declaration lost

To time long held behind a door;

Where the men’s paths had first crossed.


One man hopes the road soon ends

And starts a path more free.

He hopes the wounds of war will mend,

That one man, is me.


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8 thoughts on “A silent war

  1. Thank you, Tim. There is a storytelling (more recently literary/drama merit) history ‘gene’ in your family (maternal line) which you obviously inherited! ❤ Beth, NZ

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