Terry D. Sutherland

GHOSTS OF WAR

Specters of the war at night
Knock sternly at my door
If I let them in I might
Fall short of sleep and more

It has happened all too often
That I face them in the night
You would think one time they’d soften
And take me in daylight

Those ghosts take many forms
When they visit me at night
From spirits and dreams and thunder storms
And the horror of social blight

One day I’ll remove that door
And cause the specters flight
To run and haunt me no more
And to leave without a fight