A letter to Paul

I honestly don't know what drove me to write this one.

I'm waiting on a letter.
From my best friend Paul.
It's been a long year
SInce i've seen him at all.

I sent him a letter five days ago
Perhaps, his letter will be long and wise
Though, he may be busy fighting bad guys

I'm starting to wonder if I said something wrong
Because Paul hasn't written in so very long
I miss my old friend, I really do.
I hope that he writes me a letter back soon

Paul, I am worried
So i'm sending a note
It's been a whole week
and not a peep from your soul

I turned on the news
To see who was winning
What I saw was horrific
And very bone chilling

Our men are dying
It's getting real bad...
hopeless children..
they're losing uncles and dads.

Theres a car out front...
I peeped through the window
There are two men with peppered hair.
heads down, walking up the porch stairs.

Before the said a thing...
I started to cry...
Vietnam got you..


It was a matter of time.

Reviews

[Brianaswriting]

this is nice!

[Anissa Amer]

thank you

[sentimental~ galore]

This is hauntingly beautiful.
Your poetic technique of simple storytelling made the voice of the poem even more powerful and honest. Lovely.

[Anissa Amer]

Thank you gor the positive feedback

[Kelsey]

The end of this gave me chills. Wonderful write. Maybe it's just me, but I didn't expect this to have to do with war, so when I read the ending it really got to me. Great job, thank you for sharing.

[Anissa Amer]

Thank you so much