The Wrong Fit

Dull flickering lights
A halo on the ceiling
Separate reality and

If distance were measured
In sound filled screams
A hesitant whisper

Fills the void of
Future and present
Unattainable and unimaginable

The wars waged
The numerous times a
Women stood at doorstep
Waiting, patiently, impatient

Children would not still
For fear of petrification
And being stuck in the mud

The noiseless footsteps
And clambering of hands
From banner to step
A four cornered flag

Billows solemnly its
Waves ripping the silence
Tearing their hearts

This is what they stood for
His size 5 shoes


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