Isn't it strange that when Dad left
I always thought he would
Come back
And when he did I would scream and cry
Because I would be so
So happy
But Dad never did
Come back
All that came was a medal
And a letter
And the empty feeling
Of losing who you love
In war and
The bloodstained memories
That Dad carried with him
Are gone now,
But my fear
And hatred
Of war
Will never
Ever
Leave
(This is NOT based on me)
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
