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Friday, 14 December 2012

A WAR TORN HEART

A Battle Between
Truth and Lies
A War
That Raged,
All our Life.

Feeling Right,
Is no Less
Painful
Taking
One's Life,
Is the End
Of Our own.

Killing
One's Spirit,
It's yours
That Dies
Living
with Heart
Is the Soul
That Cries.

Remembering
The Waste
You Wonder why?
No Purple Heart,
For a War Torn Soul.

Only Remembrance,
Pain
Those who Died
A Heart
That is Torn
From Bleeding
and War.

Remembers
The Cost,
For They Felt
Life Long.

A THOUGHT!

My Spirit has Battled my Soul
My Heart was Torn to Hell
My Country I Hope the Wiser
For I Could not Battle myself..

Written For and Dedicated To
PFC Mike R.Jones: Desert Storm

A Poeatreeman

Less He finds
A Better way
There is no, Time
To Talk again

War is not different
It is Humanities Death

That dies,
Each time
There is War
I will exist,
Yet !
How much more?

Each Time
I have Fallen,
There is no Return
I am Buried
With all the Hearts,
That where
Killed in War.

Raise up Peace
I will Come through.

Kill me
You Will be Too..

Edgar Allan Prieto
9/21/92
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto



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