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Drown

The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
Sink,
To the bottomless sea.

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Guilty

Like tires in mud,
Like a knife in my chest,
The visions haunt me,
Until I cannot rest.

I hear those voices,
Crowding in my mind,
Fretting over my words and acts,
Afraid of what they find.

Oh the voices do not rest,
Until they have torn me apart,
The visions, voices like knives,
Driven through my heart.

They are always with me,
Morning,  noon, and night,
They may never disappear, 
No matter how I fight.

To the voices I beg,
To please leave me be,
For the visions to stop,
To the voices I plea.

I beg to stop,
And as for mercy,
I am to confess,
That I, 
Am guilty.

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The Meadow

I see a meadow,
Simple and plain,
But it speaks to me,
And it speaks of the fallen men, 
And all its seen slain.

Flowers bloom at its edge,
Seems  of a comforting place,
But it spoke to me,
It spoke of the war,
Man to man, race to race,
From its edges to beyond the ever far.

Only green, green grass,
But I can see it now,
Red blood upon the field,
And the courage the men must wield.

I can hear the shouts,
From the broken meadow,
From all it has seen,
It shall never forget,
What it must clean.

Blood soaked meadow,
Bodies beneath the earth,
Where war was once fought,
Is now a place of mirth.

No one knows,
Only the meadow and I,
Of the many horrid things,
That took place that day.

I look below me, 
And grieve,
For the fallen and dead,
As the tears beckon my sleeve.

The meadow,
As lonely as it may seem,
And the beauty it now holds,
We know the truth,
So I sit, and never move,
As the rest of its story unfolds.

I can see it all,
I shall never forget.

One day, 
Another shall pass,
To see a meadow,
Simple and plain,
And I will rise,
To tell them of those who had been slain.

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Soldier

It hurts so deep,
And you make me cry,
That maybe back at the station,
That, that was our last goodbye. 

We both know that you're strong,
But we both know the chances,
That things go wrong.

I wait for you,
Wait for your call,
And never get a notice,
That battle,
Was your downfall.

Come back safely,
My Soldier Love,
My Captain,
Come home to safety.

March on home my Captain,
March on my solider love,
Keep you head up high,
And look to him above.

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Cheshire Cats

I wore black one day,
Into the middle of town,
The folks all saw my dress,
And smiles turned to frowns.

I smile at them all,
I make them shiver in their clothes,
They dare not avert their ears,
As my lips speak sacred prose.

No one understands,
What my lips mean to say,
My words up in their mind,
Breaking up the fray.

I no longer bother with words,
And my smile speaks for me,
And I disappear into the shadow,
And my smile is all they see.

Like a Cheshire Cat,
My smile speaks more,
than my ununderstandable words,
Ever did before.

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Pride

Eyes narrow,
Eyes cold,
Smile cruel,
Dignity sold.

Shall not look away,
Dignity lost,
Eyes angry,
Smile of frost.

Head held high,
Looking ahead,
No one  exists,
World is dead.

Done no wrong,
Had not lied,
Told not truth,
Dignity tried,
All is lost,
Within their pride.

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Save Them

Can the world survive,
What is to come?
Maybe not.

We need our savior, 
Our hero,
Save us he ought.

Where will our world be?
When it all come down to the end,
Who will be alive, 
And who will be dead?

"He'll save us." 
They all said.
Yet  he did  not,
and we perished instead.

Where is our hero,
When we need him most?
He let me die,
And never came for me.

This was one of the times,
Where I would cry,
And fear what was to come.

Why did her save them,
And not the other few some?

I question it all now,
Did he really do much,
Or would we be better off dead?

I ask those questions,
The like, the such.

Please my hero,
Don't let me down again,
Don't fail me,
Especially when I need to smile,
And all I have is a frown.

When the whole world,
Looks to you,
Who do you save,
What to do?

Oh,
How I have wondered these things,
What will he do?

And I say that maybe he just gave up,
He cant do this anymore,
He was scared,
Of the way things have fared.

So this is what I do,
I go,
And search for people,
Who need him,
So he could know.

They I'll rise,
And think about back then,
I'll get my suit,
And go save them.

I can't let people die,
Not when there was something I could have done,
I am a hero,
I will fight till the flame is gone from the sun,
Fight for right and wrong.

I am The Hero,
The Heroine,
And this is where all my doubt, 
Their doubt,
Reaches the end of the line.