Dear WifeA Poem by LornaThis is a fast moving, free style poem that I wrote, it's based around war. I try to emphasise as much as I possibly can when writing, this poem recieved publication in a young writers anthology.Dear Wife
This may be the last thing that I write for long, The deep deathly stench that surrounds me feels so wrong, The sound of maggots wriggling inside of the dead, Reminds me there’s still life ahead. But dear I cannot explain myself, This deathly stench takes all my wealth, And this decay and rot, it kills me, Though dear I miss you... You and me. But if I was to return to you my love, It wouldn’t be justified, I deserve enough, Pain to baffle a million lives, a thousand hearts and a hundred cries, Because this blood on my hands " it won’t wash away, There is no law, and the disturbed strains, Cry for me to do my job, to kill a man, but do not sob, For I am no more than a cold blooded killer, This war my love is no fiction thriller, It chills even the sickest of minds, to see the bodies, the weapons the lives, Just lay there still without any face; this man to you is a disgrace. Revenge is sweet my dear, good wife, and some day soon I will drop my knife, leave my gun and take off my armour, Because what happens now is just fair karma. The sweltering heat eats me alive, It’s become the innocent blood that we thrive, And I refuse to slaughter some more, But don’t feel sorry because I can hear the roar, Of the bomb blowing up and coming so fast, I haven’t been happier and I wish It could last, Because now my darling I need not worry, I can hide in my coffin, run hide or scurry, & I will be free of the murdering ways, in which focus on us and our lord they betray. © 2012 LornaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 26, 2012 Last Updated on January 26, 2012 AuthorLornaLondon, East, United KingdomAboutI'm Lorna, I'm enthusiatic, and I have a huge passion for writing! Usually, motivation keeps me from finishing projects, I'm a student, soon to be studying scriptwriting and journalism, And that's all.. more..Writing
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