The Man Who Took ItA Poem by Daniel DeLorezA life taken doesn't go away completely: It doesn't go to Heaven, it doesn't go to Hell. It lives on within the man who took it: His burden never lifted, his home becomes a cell. The crack of the rifle, the flash of the bullet. The cries of the enemy, and the blood of the man who took it. The moment that replays in the mind's eye: Day after day, night after night. He kisses his daughter on her sweet little check: Tucks her into bed, pretends he's alright. The clouds of gun-smoke, the children's cries. The morbid bloodshed, the site that would never leave his eyes. © 2016 Daniel DeLorezAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDaniel DeLorezColumbus, KSAboutProud soldier of the US Army and father to a beautiful little girl. I write in an attempt to maintain my sanity. more..Writing
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