i get it this time
i am passing the bridge what was made of dried branches

i was there
i know some cities that can take every lonly people inside

i get it this time
i am living happiness that was once sorrows

i was there
i know water(sea) that make inexperienced lovers flown

neither allied is clear
nor the places of shelters

i have lost myself today,it is free
there is no end of this,i have chosen one hap along others
i have given up everything,my heart is weak now
my parts that i thought they didnt bleed are in blood now

also innocent,also powerless,also weak

i get it this time
i am hiding in the shields that are made of soil

i was there
i know some time that collapse all the relief time

The rider on horse-back
He heard,
This crak-tak-sak
He looked behind him
There he was,
A 12 years old boy
Sitting on his horse
Playing a toy
This rider didn't hesitate
He smiled
At the kid, was only Pete
His dead son,
Playing with his 2 front teeth.

macradlof,

beautiful nightmare you wrote

Mcradloff fine fine poem