To describe how much you mean to me in a poem is...
Because you mean more than words make it possible...

A boy has started his long journey home from...
Except it's later than usual, down to an unjust...

They said the Great War was the war to end all...
But now war is a part of some twisted law...

You don't seem yourself these days,
Down and depressed like you don't want to live...

I stare at the blank piece of paper and think...
Nothing springs to mind. Nothing seems good enough...