Tell me the stories
Come and sit near,
So I can hear of the heroes
That died full of fear.
Tell me the sorrow
And anguish they felt,
As they watched their friends die
At the spot where they knelt.
Tell me the story
Of their childhood past
Of their very first memories
And maybe their last.
Tell me of the things
They held most dear,
So I can learn more of the heroes
That died filled with fear.
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Beautiful Nightmares
Poetry"I'll have a smoke here A drink or two there Anything to numb the pain Because life's never fair.." .... Poems of all sorts of nature, a collection of my writings.✨️ Contains mature content✨️ There are both fictional and non fictional pieces in this...
