Pretend soldiers

I only ever thought of you.
Through the trees the wind howls
Like locust eating wheat fieldsĀ
Where once weeds just grew.
The fields would have been usedĀ
To make our bread.
Now the fields are devastatedĀ
And all that there is is what theĀ
Locust left.
There would have been love, once.
Wine as your blood, too.
But instead we pretend soldiers,
Like we never had hearts to beginĀ
Ā Ā with.
In the first place
Our mind's may have been free.
Before the time of the locust
Our mind's journey took us to Eden.
Before the time of sin
Took away reason.
And before the cold winds blew our
Ā Ā very direction.
And those locust, again, devastatingĀ
The fields of wheat we used to make
Our bread;
A time love, yet, wasn't spent.
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There is an eerie mourning quality to this
I can almost hear the locusts in the deslote fields, the locusts in the desolate heart...
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As always thanks for reading eh
Wow, and incredible piece of beautiful poetry you took me back to where it all began with Adam and Eve, this is the very reason I truly love and respect your poetry, you write from your soul, I can feel the missing of a love and I know your poetry well enough to understand that it brings you enormous pain. Kudos. š¹ I'm sorry I missed this, I am always incredibly busy in the summer months with work and time out. š¹
Every soldier's heart cries out for love. A Lovely Verse.