By: Ben Bielert
Casing stuffed to bursting
with glass shards and kerosene
cotton covered hand grenade
filled with broken dreams.
Each jagged, broken piece
picked up with shaking hands
sweat pooling on the brow
from the world’s demands.
The lines have been drawn
in this war of attrition
never slumber party
with the pillow of ambition.
© Benjamin Bielert, all rights reserved
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