Her War

Just one poem again... i choose to poem just one poem to stop the trip of poem wit. And if my poem could give can stop tears half way. Can turn joy to... Can make an attitude. And i will gladly throw my pen to the open and i only pray that my poem will save her soul from the army. That has push her thus far i peep to see how she cries and each tears a sorrow story from her birth... A gift she was to a dead man a present to her dad in the in the fires of war. Her coming a gift turn grief and at the tail of her holiness the army yes the armies not two to my sight. Yes the one i saw each waiting to go next... Next for what? Souldiers of war. At war kill what? Even so young virginity. At my place of peep down hiding like the hen in scare of hwalk. And each after their fight. They steer the sky maybe for... Then i peep again now minding the shout her shout if not to heavens... Even now i will speak the sky is against her... If any horror film has ever turn you ice her voice was a journey of one down the rail of death... And life has turn as i peer again at the exit of... She is gone. I cried in silence not to shout the strait of my pain. A turn of pain... one of them has turn victim of hilter in his pain i see how death kill... For he was the last that left her house with her life being the hope of her brothers... and if you will only stop and think... just one poem again...