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Click hereWe are refuges from the same war,
I know the smell,
the grit in my teeth.
Our eyes have clouded from
the thick heavy smoke
rising from the empty streets.
These broken stones we walk on
lead us away
and forward
toward some place
green and full of growth
Dust and the taste of blood,
are still in my mouth,
still in yours.
You take my hand
and I am shocked at the warmth.
You are real
and here beside me.
A powerful snippet from one of too many scenes in mankind's never ending series of wars.
Some details - the sences - would be truly known only to people who have been there, and you made me remember. The bad news: even if you feel better you don't really ever feel completely safe egain.
I find this poem really moving, thanks for sharing it.
This poem is mentioned on the New Poems Review thread in literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum.