unseen

not all wars are fought on the front

before an enemy baying to hunt

with journalists scribbling out fate

like history's vultures over a plate

not all wounds bleed wet and red

(just like not all dying leaves you dead)

death can also be walking out of the door

carrying gifts from life’s twisted store

it can mean putting on a game face

and gamely living through the killing days

it can mean never letting anyone know

as your insides reel from blow after blow

yes, not all medals can be pinned to the chest

in standing ovation or to a body laid to rest

yet in the unseen tableaux of the everyday story

the great gods decree there is much glory

so here’s to you, hero of the lonely fight

to how you battle – brave, beautiful, bright.

ram cobain

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