My Epitaph (acrostic)

Mysteries of war left untold by
lips,

Yearned for peace but found
my own bullet boomerang.

Eyes barbed with agony now I
sleep.

Perfumes of atom still roams in
Japan.

Ink was black but the words
were white by me.

Tombs upon tombs,

Apathy gone.

Peace shaken.

Hopes are cold now I need sleep.

(written on a poet’s tomb)

©kiranbantawa2013

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