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War

I wobble. Thoughts no more than remaining upright. Ahead awaits my safety net. The arms of they who brought me here. I run. Escaping the clasp of familiar fingers. Laughing, thrashing limbs in an attempt to shake them off. They who will always be there. I live. Stepping onto the bridge that severs the cord. On my own. Yet just within the grasp of they who will catch me when I fall. I leave. I am ready to serve. I am ready to save. But they are not ready. They will never be ready. They who are meant to go before. I lie. Waiting. Cold, wet mud coating my soul, laughing at my fear. Here with my eternal friends.Where are they. I need them. They that have known and loved me all my life. I die.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 2/10/2013 10:06:00 AM
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Date: 12/9/2012 4:25:00 PM
Lola, good safety net image... thank you for sharing your honor and bravery through this poem... death is only a part of life.. war or not... good deep thinking words...always~LINDA
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