The war took it away.
The innocence.
Will never be replaced.
Hearing gleeful cries.
Seeing your loves come back.
Or sorrow filled wails while receiving a single letter.
Too many deaths cast aside as sacrifice.
Too many considered heroes by simply living through.
Death follows those who run.
I suggest you run where shadows are crippled.
Just like so many of our own.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
Thơ caPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
