Faye Sizemore

CATALYST

The pen lies idle
Innocent now
Beside the paper so pure
Untouched by hands
That tremble with memories
Memories of terror filled nights
Memories of battles
And brothers lost
Memories of their screams
As they died
One for the other
In battles plight
Dare I pick it up again
To bring back
Sights and sounds
That I have escaped
For a time
Idle now in memory
But still there
Lost in time…
But never forgotten…