Darkness wi’ naught to see Save the images in My mind,
Vivid scenes of Duress and death Ne’er shall I know Of rest Lest I should die,
As darkness drops a velvet curtain Oe’r all One envisions the sights Of war Ahhh and yet answers the call Wi’ visions of death, pain and more,
The coppery scent of blood As tis’ spilled Crying of the wounded The pain they feel,
Fore’er in the darkness Ne’er to still The silence of the dead The deafening din of all t’were killed! Aiyeee, aiyeee, tis’ too Too late For there is but one escape,
Only death will allow a dreamless sleep As the silence screams out to me!
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
This is a real ife projection for a lot of combat vets
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