Maximilian G. Wolf Poet Free verse

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George Got His Gun

Spilled gasoline smell and your view
Terrified - I can see from the metal cage.
How do water drops are kissing and flowing down
hanging around your blonde curls.
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The thought, restlessness
sorrow, love, desperation ...
All that drills my skull and enters the brain.
Road, dream, tiredness, and fervor of yearning ...
I became a piece in the dragon's womb.
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Crawling in the muddy universe
I'm rolling through the memories,
Hypnotized by your heels
as they leave the circle where I lie.
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The tired rain is washing my consciousness
on the shore of a sleepy lake.
While through the bubbles of hope
love gets out the lake huge and slimy
and eats me hungrily and quickly
with the creaking tooth.
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Beata Agustin September 20, 2022 at 8:44 AM Thanks for sharing this... making me dread violence while grateful to God for granting peace by His love. According to John 3:16, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you. Maximilian G. Wolf September 22, 2022 at 2:39 AM Thank you. God bless you too.

Sara Kendrick January 12, 2022 at 3:19 AM Very descriptive and expressive lines penned in this one. The terror and nightmares after the battle is over must be horrible for the soldier in active duty. Sara Maximilian G. Wolf January 12, 2022 at 3:39 AM Sara, Thank you. Every war should be avoided, no matter what. ~Max