an oldie... wonder why i never posted it
Burnt by the heat of the sun yet again
The grotesque pain somewhere within
Wailing out into the darkness of the evening
Crying out his silent tears,
Slowly sinking into its arms.
Tired of grasping for strength,
The healing just does not begin.
Tomorrow might just be another day of war,
And I know not how many more wounds this soldier will take
If at all he will cling to hope and stand up straight.
Or will he give in,
Wailing his silent tears into the darkness of this night.
2 comments:
And this talks abt Ms.Gul......the dark lounges unvisited ,
We are the segments of the same thought procesed chain who lost ourselves in finding the missing link.....
Remarkable coincidence I guess. I, for the first time, posted my attempt at a poem on my blog last night. And this morning, the first blog I see through Webring, is yours!
Nice stuff, keep 'em coming...
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