war

I gain my strength

from battles I wage

one after another

day after day

minute upon minute

I learn strategy

and on I will fight

my most gallantly

the highs and the lows

the times in-between

from the peaks and the valleys

and now dried up streams

from where I once went

down the paths I must go

there's no holding back

till I strike final blows

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License