Thu, 11/30/2017 - 20:52 -- ACME

They are like trenches

Where I can hide

I can put up my fences

And feel safe inside


In each one I took shelter

From the bullets that rained

While my real wounds sweltered

I found a different pain


They were like trenches

A world in their own

Distracting my senses 

While I was alone


Just like the trenches 

They had their disease

The cure was kept in a locked bench

And truth had the keys


When I look at them now all I see are graves

Many minutes, hours, days, dead

I see the marks but no names

Just buried lead


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