- Non-Erotic Poetry
- War Diaries Day Nineteen
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Click hereTwo men carry me aboard the transport plane
The heat even at night is breath taking
I take one last look at the place that has shaped me over the past nineteen days
I came here so full of hope
Wanting to change the world
Sadly the only thing that has changed is me
I see fresh, eager faces marching off the plane
Much like I did a mere nineteen days ago
As the plane takes off
Heading for the sky
I see the sunrise
I’m going home, going home alive
At least in body, but not in soul
One last thought of what will become of me
Then goodnight.
- COMMENTS
lorencinoover 16 years agoa chilling touch of gooseflesh<br>
spills over me, silently<br>
in the bleak realization<br>
of a stolen future<br>
in that moment before welcome sleep<br>
