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A Private Battle
The war The war is long past… But the scars remain Itching and hurting Every day. The war is long past… But the nightmares haunt Tormenting and terrifying Every night. The war is long past… But the shrapnel tears Burning and fragmenting Every movement I make. The war is long past… But the gunfire resounds Exploding and shelling Every thought I take The war is long gone… But the wounds are fresh Bursting and bleeding Every day. The war is long gone… But the darkness is dank Stifling and suffocating Every night. The war is long gone… But the muscles are tired Cramping and shackling Every movement I make. The war is long gone… But the smoke is dense Clouding and darkening Every thought I take. The war is long gone, for ages past But its dark memories will always last For however much I try to take pride My tears of hurt and anguish I cannot hide For which parent cannot, for a son he proudly sent Pay for that piece of hatred with which a young life was spent? Yes, the war is long past, into oblivion it has since gone But, for me - a parent - a private battle begins each morn.
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