UnpeacefulA Poem by MR_BREAZENight In My My The picture ice call "Class 1 Sand Storm" Taken by meUnpeaceful
I fall asleep And I'm there. The sounds, the sand, the smells The faces, and the fears The mortars, the rockets, and weapons of all kind. Relief when it's not your turn. Guilt when it's someone else's. I scream the warriors cry My wife wakes me. I lie in a pool of sweat, Again. © 2012 MR_BREAZEAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMR_BREAZEALAboutI write poems, stories, and songs. I am captivated by what can be expressed with the written word. more..Writing
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