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Kenneth Price Poem
They were young...so very strong...
Off to war, for which some longed!
They didn't know, what they would see..
They'd be fighting memorie's...
Wanting only...to be free!
So often alone, on cold, dark night's,
Re-living the horror...Re-living the fight's!
While those at home,who wait for their men...
Not really knowing...
Those whom they loved, could never be as before, again!
They finally return...,
Only wanting to hide...,
From terror they've known...,
From wound's...deep inside!
In trying to cope...some turn to dope...
Many more will lose, by turning to booze!
In reaching a bottom, some look to above...,
By turning to other's, sharing real love!
Healing may come, as they work through their pain..,
By lancing their wound's...
A new life they gain!
America...be caring...for all those YOU sent...,
Show us...Compassion...,
For YOU...we went!
Copyright © Kenneth Price | Year Posted 2014
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Kenneth Price Poem
I never wake up,
Like a "Normie" man,
With a bright day waiting,
With a positive Plan!
In the morning's, I'm puking,
I'm dirty as hell..,
Crawling out of my bag...
I never feel well!
Remembering a life..,
Which once was mine...,
When I was hopefull..,
When life...seemed fine!Bright day's...beckoned..,
They were just ahead...
But...my past would haunt me...,
Alway's fresh in my head!
I tried to stuff it...
Just to shove it away!
But...my shame, it lingered..,
It had it's own way!
I lost my family...
I lost that good life,
The Bottle...it beckoned..,
With The Promise...within..,
"I'll kill those memorie's..,
With me...you'll win"
Now..Hope is gone..,
I never feel well...,
I'm just...existing..,
In my version of hell!
Copyright © Kenneth Price | Year Posted 2014
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