Why must life end this way?
In a puddle of cold wet blood.
There is to much pain and suffer,
From the wound on my side.
From the wound in my heart,
For my family
For this war to end,
For freedom.
I must lay here to die.
Die thinking of how I'll never see my family again.
It's like putting salt on an open wound,
And how the pain never seems to stop.
It's like in a dream.
You see a path.
You begin to walk.
But there is no end.
It leaves you with no energy,
No way back
You're trapped in your own little world.
Until your angel comes.
You begin to fly away.
You fly to a land where everyone is free.
You can come and go as much as you want.
Then you see your family.
You see them one last time.
It seems as though you've been away so long that,
You have forgotten what they look like
or how they smell.
Then it all disappears from the sound of a bomb.
You're back from your own little world.
To where it is now,
But then you are gone.
Author notes
This was written in honor of my cousin, Brett, who went off to war.
Written February 25th, 2006
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My Mother asked me to come read your write and I am glad she did this is a very heartfelt write and speaks depth of loss and also a beaitufl tribute to your cousin. Well done.
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Keep writing what you feel. good poetry comes from the heart. It lets people know how short life can be and to treasure what you have!!!!!
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You've honored yourself and your cousin with this poem. Keep writing. With Respect, Imkleyurflesh.
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This is so sad. I know how it is to not be able to see someone one last time. im sorry for you cousin. keep up the nice work. Holly
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