May I never forget the battle,
The war I fought on the field.
Through the death and destruction
Memories shattered on the ground.
The mud and sweat cover me whole
For trying so hard to survive.
I survived although I wished many times
To become the mixture of mire and blood on the wasteland
I trudge on wearily
As the bombs fall around me
But I am unaware of their sound.
I have adapted to the violence of man.
Don't worry, though, it's going to be alright
It's just I cannot feel anymore.
Sympathy for myself is the only emotion I feel,
But how far does it get a person, really?
Certainly not out of this prison called a home,
And not out of this trench I call life,
And not out of the death called a heart-beat,
The war still goes on.
December 16, 1986
1 comment:
Hi how are you?
I was looking through your blog, and I found it interesting, and inspiring to me, so I thought why not leave you a comment.
I too have a blog that I use out of Southern California here in San Diego.
Mostly it is a collection of artistic expression, and I have many friends with the same interests, maybe you can become my friend, and follow, and I can also follow you, if that is okay.
Well I hope to hear from you soon, and or read about you….LOL
Sincerely,
Jesse
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