I sat and wondered why the look upon your face.
I have never quite seen that bitterness . Your eye's as dark, as the darkened sky on a cold winter's day.
Your face drawn back and painted a distant evil. Oh I was not sure,
to speak any word's.
Your hands shook, and each moment that passed they worsened.
Harsh were the vision's I saw.
Your movement's showed such anger each time you'd sip that cup of coffee down, and flipped the morning paper, as if you were going to tare it apart.
Which left me with a million question's I dared to ask.
Knowing that your very soul was crying, and reaching out, your world was filled with pain, I was to afraid, and you offered nothing.
Then with such force you moved toward the door, and slammed it as you left. And I watched your tail lights fade in the distant, and new that it for the best.
My mind in such wonder feeling afraid, oh maybe I should have spoke up, What is he doing, where did he go, is he alright or not.
Then within moments a knock on the door, someone asking my name,
Mam do you know him, he left you this note, we found it beside him on the floor.
And now within silence I'm left with in knowing he will never come back, And the letter he wrote me told of his anger, about the war he fought in Iraq, And Momma I'm sorry, I keep seeing it all, I can't stand to live like this. So pray for me Momma, ask God to forgive me, Momma forgive me to, but my life is not mine, as I knew it, but full of the vision this war put me through.
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Written October 8th, 2006
A contest entry
- WHO HAVE YOU LOST? by pappacass.
525 points, ended February 1, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
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What a haunting story and yet so profoundly and insanely sad. We try so hard to help but we can't really ever touch the pain of another unless they let us try. This type of pain is more than man was ever meant to endure and most likely the story of many men and women coming home from war. So many remain silent for fear they will be judged. Post traumatic stress disorder PTSD is inevitable serving in a war and our government needs to do something about it!
Congrats to you for the gold!
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Thank you so much for the Gold
This was an emotional contest.
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I REALLY CRIED ON THIS ONE
At first i thought you were speaking of a lover but when i realized it was your son, my heart just sank...bless him and you...i'm so sorry but he was a true hero....thanks for entering -
very sad well done great write.....it is an awesome write well done
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Thanks for this very good entry.
By the way, my brother, Diddashn, is sick, so I am now your judge. He just asked me to judge this contest, and I hope to get it done today. Thanks for your entry and patience. -
Sheshh thank you for taking time to comment on so many of my poem's. I like your comments because you are straight up with me.
Thanks so much your comment's mean alot. -
whoa. the print was soo dark i could barely read it!
but with my brain and the help of the highlights. i did. and wow~ that's awesome
the rhythem i liked soo much
nice one. -
This is a very good write that you had written here your rhythm flowed beautifully
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Oh how sad this is! If only he had asked God for help himself. But then again, he seemed too distraught to.This is a great write, friend! As always, you did good. GBY
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Hey sis so glad you liked it, ty for the comment and taking time to read this
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lany this is your best
it could be the begining of a great story
write chapters and keep everyone reading
this story told a powerful message
i loved this one my sister -
Ty so very mmuch for you kindness.
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WOW. This is powerful. There is no other word to describe it. Well done, WithInTheShadows! How amazing it is that these words can move someone who has never been in this position. I felt myself having to use my hand to close my dropped-jaw...
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