Stain

A Poem by Mason

This stain...Forever...It remains...

I suppose
once you've seen her dark side,
the stain never leaves your eyes.

I have forgiven her
for the war she waged,
but I've seen too much
to return for vacation.

No soldier comes back from war
as if war had never existed.
I still carry my gun.
I am at the ready.

The stain draws my attention,
but when I look to it
it disappears from sight.