Flags

Take me down to flags
In which my country salutes
As many are
To keen to kneel
To upright to bow
At the sight of righteousness
Of the fallen.
Show the wind that sleeks
Curves and whistles among the ridges
Of fabric that linger
Let snow fumble down
As people come to gather
Purity is fine tune
To the ones who are true
And I can remember all the selflessness
That holds tight to your laughter
Memory clings to this black abyss
Of anger that tugs me down
At the thought of a desert
And the thoughts that concurred right after
Memorializing this ideal thought
That you are still million miles apart
But delusional all the same.
Some how I fight reality
And dreams so close together
That I stare to flags for answer.

 

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Written about my best friend who died in service in February

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