For Those That Have Lost

Weary,
Weary,
Wary.
They are tired.
Of having their hopes raised.
And then -
Dashed.
They rinse themselves of shame.
And repeat.
Doomed to failure,
Even from the beginning.
Uneven at the end.


The truth.
Lies buried.
Some emerge wounded.
Others lie.
Shaken and unshaken.
They are dead.
My brothers are dead.


For love leaves many casualties.
In its wake,
There is a trail of destruction.
Yet,
We soldier on,
We soldier on.