Smoke/Ghost

Unchained
Unheeded
Warning
Mourning
S oldiers left
on the field
to die
Try to
cry out but
voiceless
whimper catch
fire on a
roof of thatch
Scratching-post
Ailing ghost-like
presence in the
upstairs hall
A wisp of smoke
drifts up,
unseen until
ceasing to
exist at all

poem by Bryan P.T. Riley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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