Letters From Hell

by Karl Wild GG23   Jul 20, 2010


She reads his letters while alone at night, under starlit skies,
Folds the paper when she's done, hangs her head and cries.
She kisses every new letter, holds them close to her heart,
Can't forget the day he went away, the day they had to part.

Prays to god to keep him safe, to have the strength to survive,
Remembers his promise before he left, to come back home alive.
Until the day he comes back home, she'll wait beneath the stars,
Afraid the war may kill her love, the letters become her scars.

While she sleeps and dreams of him, her soldier has to fight,
The summer stars shape his face, protect her through the night.
When she awakes in an empty bed, she stretches way out wide,
Touching that old feeling of emptiness, he isn't by her side.

She eats her dinners alone, wishing he could be there.
For now she talks about her days, to an empty chair.
Sitting in the romantic candlelight, of a table set for two,
She reads the letters that he sent, to help her make it through.

Another lonely day has passed, with countless more to come,
Knows her love has gone to hell, Iraq is where the letters from.
She reads them while alone at night, under the starlit skies,
Folds the paper when she's done, hangs her head and cries.

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  • 13 years ago

    by No1ButMe

    This is a great poem. I was crying by the end. My boyfriend is in Afg and I miss him so much. I live by reading his letters and looking at old pics of us. I can't imagine his life out there but somedays I feel like I'm fighting the battle with him. Good work it really touched me. 5/5.

    SVandyke

  • 13 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Omg this is incredibl
    I no bet was able to feel bitter with reading more memories of her lover ,,. So much emotions can be felt throughout the poem..no so much much emotions... and what an incredible flow ...

    and i cant comment and not mention blowing my head of with the conxn between ur 1st opening and ending lines..

    wow...i hope this is still nominate-able ...lol
    gr8 work
    so much impressed
    trust me
    5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by victoria

    Once again another read that leaves chills up and down my spine. I have a few friends already in the military and alot more signing up. Its a hard thing to see. A pointless war (In my eyes) sending innocent victims to a place where battles shouldnt have been. Lovely job.

    victoria

  • 13 years ago

    by Brittney Follett

    This is a very strong poem full of heartache and love. A lot of people can relate this the woman in this story, even I can though I have no relatives out at war. I loved how you said the same thing at the beginning and at the end. The only bump in this poem I had was in the last stanza:

    Knows her love has gone to hell, Iraq is where the letters from.

    I loved the idea of how you said Iraq is Hell. but the end "where the letters from." is really awkward to read. I understand your trying to shorten the line to flow better.. but its still weird. "where the letters come from" or "where the letters are from" rolls a lot better. But that's all.

    Wonderful piece. My favorite part was:

    Until the day he comes back home, she'll wait beneath the stars,
    Afraid the war may kill her love, the letters become her scars.

    The letters becoming her scars was a very unique and amazing idea.

    Excellent 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by ruth

    I loved it. It was so simple but very powerful. i liked how you repeated the first lines at the end. Keep up the good work !

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