Broken or loss I live in Michigan. We have our own little Army called the 1073rd. They have been shipped out to fight. There is a poem that I have made called 'Army' and also another one called 'A letter from your Army Man'. It somewhat dedicates to them. To get people to realize that even though they are out fighting. Being alive is much better and also, seeing their own family. I hope they come home again for Christmas this year. To be thankful to be alive. I thank you for reading it.
Welcome and Enjoy! It's a cause of no hope. A loss with no tear. A wish that can't be broken. A word that is never unspoken. I write because of how I feel. Never what I felt. A word can mean anything. If it is unkept. A loss is without lumber. A work is slumber. I wonder if times can go bye. When it is time to sigh. I pray that hopes are real. And never a bite size meal. A tyrant, I see, I believe in what everyone believes. I lost a friend. So I shall lose a fiend. A unkept rhyme in my head. That shall must be shed. A word that must be shed. |
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