Uniformed thief

Will it be farewell

to blood sweat and paint?

Will I ever hold

you in my wrinkled hands

once more, or will it

be a forever thing where

all that’s left,

stewing away,

simmering beneath,

bubbling over,

boiling throughout,

is this niggling injury called

hurt from your callous

selfish desire

to covet

my toy.


© 2017 L. Tafa



Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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