My friend sat
her head in her hands
with no time for tears
again she looked into his eyes
his empty lifeless eyes
but she saw the pain
pain etched in blood
another life claimed in a war
but this was no warrior
trained in the methods of death and destruction
this was just a boy
an innocent child who got in the way
his age
two and three quarters
but he didn’t make three


©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Free Verse Registered & Protected SM73-7VL5-N1HH-KMGJ

About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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