CRY OF THE INNOCENT SOULS

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His innocence was rudely taken away
When they came for him
“Take that traitor!” orders were yelled
Memories were still fresh in his mind
As they dragged father by the neck
Mother yelled holding onto him begging
His two sisters woke up and began to shout in tears
Nobody heard the commotion
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I’M GOING HOME WHERE NOBODY JUDGES ME

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I have walked many miles away from home
Judgmental eyes have followed me
Whispered insults clouded the air
Unfamiliar with where i was
Felt like drowning in the darkness
Feet giving in from carrying heaviness
Feeling lost in a strange land
Lost in the midst of unfamiliarity
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YOU HATE YOUR SCARS, I LOVE THEM

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I never knew how far you’d been hurt
Your sadness ate at your soul
Causing sleepless nights
Mornings out of breath
Screaming for the torture to stop
I want to help you heal
Wars have shattered your bravery
I want to hold you as you fall asleep
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OLD LOVE LETTER FROM WAR 1

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Dear Clarissa,

Tomorrow is Valentines Day. My heart tumbles over at the thought of you. To think of your kind words illuminates my nights. Ma’am you have escaped with the very essence that is me. Your sweetness gives me calm evenings.

Bright are my mornings at the thought of your laughter. Clarissa my very breath. You have charmed this gentleman’s nerves. Every inch of me yearns for your voice. A voice i long so my heart can’t stop thudding. Your tenderness makes me forget the horribleness of war. Every explosive sounds like a distant dream. Just because your locket sits near my heart.

 

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OLD LOVE LETTER FROM WAR 11

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Dear Bennedict,

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Seasons have disappeared too fast. Your letter is the only life keeping me together. Your absence left me with loneliness. I keep waiting for the door to announce your arrival. I yearn the warmth that was your chest. Tenderness i never experienced in my life. You are my very substance. A song i never want to stop listening to. Bennedict my Amethyst. How i pant for those lips that were mine. Lazy days spent under our Apple tree. Arms that kept me right in my mind. Continue reading “OLD LOVE LETTER FROM WAR 11”