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My Penance, Never To Forget

Time, tick, tock, life passing by Sit the day contemplating why Kick the slippers off go to bed Dreams are dark tears are shed Sorrow's pillow is not kind Distance far for peace of mind In the head the words wage war As at my soul the sins they tore Blue eyes where ever I turn They seek, sear and burn Blue eyes they haunt me so In deep of night wont let go I cradled his head with my bloodstained hands, this boy not yet seventeen of blue eyes and unrealized dreams. I gazed at my enemy, I looked, stared, all I saw was me. The blood trickled from soft lips, words followed, “ forgive me “ then silence, and the tear rolled my cheek. Dam this whore called duty.

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John Freeman

Date: 3/9/2010 9:01:00 AM

This is an awesome tribute to one of whom you speak for sure Daniel. But also to the many who have paid the ultimate price of duty. Agape, Moses

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 3/9/2010 7:35:00 AM

enjoyed reading today.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/9/2010 5:05:00 AM

Excellent write...The agony comes through with a great climax of torture...Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 3/8/2010 6:32:00 PM

Thankxxx Daniel for your wonderful and uplifting comments on my blog today.. appreciate your friendship and your poetry so much... am sending my son all the comments as he wants to share with his regiment assignees ... luv.. "Sweetheart"

Date: 3/8/2010 1:23:00 PM

Thought provoking poem. The emotion comes through your words. Keep on writing! Karen

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 3/6/2010 9:03:00 PM

Too sad Daniel.. and I am experiencing this same dreaded feeling since my son has gone to his military duty .. it is sad the loss of life in wars... u have captured the effects so tenderly in your poem..luv. .. Linda-Marie...

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 3/6/2010 7:41:00 AM

soup.reply-Charma

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 3/6/2010 7:30:00 AM

Duty is a wh*re indeed,and war a bit*ch...It is you kill or you get killed..Yes,at war they shoot or they be shot..self defence..yet remorse remains,We can be haunted by bad memories all our lifetime,but God died on the cross, so we all could be forgiven.. and we are,and the blue eyed angel forgave too..Its us now..We just have to forgive Ourselves....and beleive in Our good deeds..Painful and deep Daniel..touched my heart.Charma

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 3/6/2010 7:17:00 AM

To watch a young soldier die in the line of duty is a traumatic experience, Daniel. There is no reason for him to seek forgiveness. Enemies and allies alve do what they must in times of war. I still have hope that peace will reign one day and we will no longer see young lives shed in war. Very moving poem, Daniel. Much love, Carolyn