A poem I wrote after reading DH. I hope you like it.
So bittersweet, so bittersweet,
An enemy's defeat.
So many lie here dead,
Their vacant eyes staring
Into a world where we cannot meet.
Let us celebrate, celebrate,
Raise our glasses to commemorate.
Jump and sing and laugh again,
But none can bring them back again.
Guilt grows quickly like a weed,
In our confused hearts it must feed
On these happy thoughts
That want so badly to be free.
Let us celebrate, celebrate,
Raise our glasses to the sky.
Live and laugh and love again,
No time to sit and cry.
But the tears flow and the memories flood,
The white tomb is no longer alone.
A twinge of guilt, a stab of regret;
Already too late to atone.
Can tears be wrong?
Or only right?
They died so brave,
They stood up to fight.
My painful tears,
Some for my fears;
The loss of ones I held so dear.
Yet tears of joy run down my face.
The end of a long, perilous race.
We are free.
But you cannot stand here next to me.
Thanks for reading!