By The Sword - Pied Piper Poetry

Another cheery dose of sunshine and rainbows.
Where does all this jubilant optimism even come from?

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By The Sword

I haven’t been at your side for long.
One in a million, not special at all.
So I wonder why, of all the other ones before,
Why have I been chosen now?

Taking me in hand, you lift me up to meet your gaze.
You tremble while caressing me with every quiver, every quake.
Approving of my figure, content with all you hold,
You guide me to your chamber and behind, you lock the bolt.

In this heavy silence, adjusting to the dark,
I see a distant flicker of light from afar.
I stare into the glow and within the light, I see you.
Tears roll down your battle scars and tally count tattoos.

If I could speak, I’d ask of you to sleep another night.
Stay your hand and lay me down to wait for morning light.
But I’ve never had a voice and perhaps it’s for the best.
I was made for just this purpose and should ask for nothing less.

The glow is swallowed whole and all I hear is breath.
The scent is of your shame and all I taste is of regret.
The world around me trembles and soon is torn away.
In a flash of flame I’m cast towards my final resting place.

I sail into your open mouth and skim across your tongue.
The world has slowed around us. The dance has just begun.
Your mind and all who live there welcome me by name.
They’re not surprised to see me. They're glad I finally came.
To free them of their torment, to cast their cage asunder,
And shake to dust their horrid house in a flash of light and thunder.

More American soldiers die by suicide than in combat.