Millions tears shed
For our fallen brethren
For we know, that they
Will never rise up again
They sacrificed themselves
To win the fight
How gut-wrenching their screams were
That one, horrible night
Days, months, and years
May go by
That I am not haunted
By the sound of their cries
But, in the blink of an eye
The burden will crash
And all the painful memories
Will return in a flash
We might've won the fight,
But I haven't won the war
In my head, day after day
All I ever hear is more
Shrieks of pain, echoing
Throughout my head
Filling my entire body
Completely, with dread
-------------------------------------------------------
All we ever wanted,
Was to put an end to the violence
Now maybe one day, if I'm lucky
All I'll hear, will be
Silence
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Short-Stories and Stuff
RandomThis is a book of a bunch of short-stories, and poems that I have written. Most of them, I wrote for my English class. (This used to be Horrible Haikus)
