Faye Sizemore


Tender is the night, so they say
But some much prefer the day
For the light keeps most demons away
Dark old memories are kept also at bay

In the dark some return to olden days
Trying to find the error of war’s ways
What’s done is gone and cannot be changed
To have regret for what is past is not strange

These are the somewhat lucky ones
For with the dawning light relief comes
They can leave their demons in the darkness
Then there are ones who live with total starkness

In this starkness are those unlucky souls
Who are night and day cast in their roles
Of remembering the war’s traumatic sights
Those whose demons dare to come into the lights