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souvenirs
Contributed by
darkeyedman
on
Friday, 22nd November 2002 @ 10:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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The battle never changes. The battle changes us.
Fear and courage melt into the numbness of war.
Losers hide or lay zipped away in body bags
As winners scream at the blood on their hands.
The guilt ridden pain of the living.
All the things that sit us up in our beds
In the middle of the night sweating,
Staring wide-eyed into the darkness
Mouthing regrets.
Flashpoints and snapshots running thru our minds,
Endless, recurring, unstoppable.
Some souvenirs last a lifetime.
Copyright ©
darkeyedman
... [
2002-11-22 22:00:00]
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Re: souvenirs
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by OreO on
Friday, 22nd November 2002 @ 11:24:37 PM AEST
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I think the title of this poem makes
this one creative especially the way
you wrote the poem to match it so
beautifully, Thanks for sharing this
one i really enjoyed it
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::. |
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Re: souvenirs
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by juliette on
Saturday, 23rd November 2002 @ 07:42:53 AM AEST
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I read this poem over and over. I agree that the title is just perfect for your words. Really good read! Thanks for sharing.
*Juliette |
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