His eyes were hazel and distant,
His ears were his eyes, as he could only listen,
Though he could never see her face,
Her voice was his saving grace,
When he was up late at night,
When the darkness gave him a fright,
She would tell him everything is alright,
He does not see,
But his ears tell him he’s finally free,
Sometimes when the night is the cruelest.
He remembers the bullets,
He can only hear,
But he couldn’t ask for more,
Because at long last he’s escaped the war.
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Long Nights And Deep Thoughts
Short StoryA book of poetry, some can relate, some will grasp the idea, others will see words as only words.
