Breathless, horror, fear, lost, denial
Falling down to ruins...
To a world that revolves around hate i can offer...
drugs alcohol and violence never seem to cease...
The Soldier
By Mark Spencer...
Telltale signs of a miserable desperation;
Javelins shaped with sharp tips at both ends...
I want to write, but the words won't come.
I want to write about all these feelings that has...
Tonight theres no gunfire
no screaming no pain the sodliers who died know...
Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room...
Where villains appear,
Someone extraordinary is always near...
I stand steady as I hear a fellow solider being...
I draw my gun and get the trigger ready to be...
This nation I live in means something great to me...
Many want to see peace again,
People are tired of losing loved ones and friends...
To My Family,
I never thought I'd be writing a letter like this...