If They Were AliveA Poem by FallenHeroXx^^So make me scream your name. Show me how to feel like I’m in vain. Take back your pain. I don’t need it.. No names please. All she says to me. She has to much pain. She doesn’t need it. The touch and kiss of war. That’s not mine anymore. My mind is over. I feel for the soldiers. I met a soldier in a bar. Few weeks ago. Then I sat down. He told me tales of horror and fear. Everlasting fear. You should have heard him What’s really true of that story. Eternal truth doesn‘t exist so does it even matter? Reality screams him in the face everyday. Etheridge was his name. Another broken soul made in a war Living in the horrible aftermaths in his head. I will not be able to understand him Veterans of war, sleep in peace. Eternal rest is what you deserve. You should have seen the look on my face. I started crying when he told of the restless nights in Iraq He was scared. He didn’t need that horror I sat down with Etheridge for a while. Told him that the next round was on me. I gave him a smoke too. Just for friendly things. A Fallen Hero - If They Were Alive. Written : 20/01/2011 Dedication : Jonathan Etheridge.
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