coming home

coming home

A Poem by Eyudo
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another hero down....

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Coming home

 

 

 

 

We’ve traveled so long

And gone so far

I dream every night

But you are so distant

 

They say there’s more to do

But I need to be near you

No more out here alone

So tonight I’m coming home

 

No more can I miss

The feel of your kiss

But the bus is going the wrong way

I guess the feelings are to stay

Though how far we have to roam

Tomorrow I’m coming home

 

Now we are still fighting

Wrongs we are righting

And it seems so prolonged

An endless promise song

They gave me the news

I can come back in a week or two

 

Our group most have died

Though they left with their pride

We are running low on supplies

And all these words they spoke are lies

Times running short

An they’ve destroyed our fort

 

Months have gone by

Were captured inside

This is it for me now

They are merciless with us

 

Execution is set

Paying for American debt

Now darling don’t you cry

I wont be returning tonight

 

The sergeant makes a call

And to your knees you fall

I’m sorry to say

He was killed today

 

Though I promised you more

The enemy didn’t ignore

I died defending us in our fight

I still will be coming home tonight

© 2008 Eyudo


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Wanting to come home can be an intoxicating need for those who can't find it. Whether it be for the emotions or physically unable, it is still a sad time. Well written, thank you for sharing my friend!
-Twilight

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

at first when i began to read this, i felt like it was some one who couldnt be with the ones they love. but as i read the rest, its about our fellow men and women serving out country. thank you very much for a beautiful sureal piece. it hits home for me.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Eyudo

Painesville, the city of pain....., OH



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