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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 March 9, 2010 at 9:01 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 March 9, 2010 at 7:35 AM enjoyed reading today.

Sara Kendrick March 9, 2010 at 5:05 AM Excellent write...The agony comes through with a great climax of torture...Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 8, 2010 at 6:32 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"

March 8, 2010 at 1:23 PM Thought provoking poem. The emotion comes through your words. Keep on writing! Karen

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 6, 2010 at 9:03 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 March 6, 2010 at 7:41 AM soup.reply-Charma

Charmaine Chircop March 6, 2010 at 7:30 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 March 6, 2010 at 7:17 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