War and History Poetry posted December 27, 2009 |
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Ravages of War
by AlvinTEthington
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I miss the sound and feel of your embrace,
Although I know that some things cannot be. A love which was not never comes to pass-- Beyond our lust there was no fire from you. I miss you more than time or space can tell; I wake up in the night and call your name. I think I view you on the street each day-- Alas! It is a stranger with your form... Your silhouette still haunts me even now; I see your beauty in the windowsill. Your soul still lives inside my mind and heart; I dream of you in dark of pitch black night. Your youth expired long before its time When ravages of war brought home the pain; The flag-draped coffin shut its lid on me And I became a shadow of myself... I do not have the courage to commit A suicide; yet a ring I still wear, For I am bound to you eternally Yet I am but a shade in Satan's hell... Before you left, you said to me that I Meant nothing to you; I was just a fling That I should now forget you while I could. My soul stung as if in a hive of bees, Although you slipped a ring upon my hand-- A symbol of strong friendship you opined. "Let's see what happens when tomorrow comes." You knew when you came back you would be dead. And now I mourn and pine the hours away In purgatories of my own design. I long for just a moment of your touch-- But with your death, the gate of my heart closed. |
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