My Time

My Time

A Poem by Bellarina
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Short, simple and to the point. In times of war, the things that a person will see can have a grave impact on their life. This is for my brother who's already served in the Iraqi war.

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My time has come

Leaving my home

The things that I love

Dodging what could end it all

 

My time has come

Abandoning my family

Leaving this life behind

Enduring what could be my demise

 

It's growing nearer

The time to end life

It's all coming to an end

Shrapnel surrounding me

 

The bits and pieces

Shattered bodies

Fallen angels

My time has come

 

 

© 2008 Bellarina


Author's Note

Bellarina
Shrapnel is known basically as shards [pieces] of metal and such. Figuring such, imagine having to endure this in your life. Within two or three years, I'm going to be experiencing it. As soon as I get the chance, I'll update this once more.

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Bellarina
Bellarina

Raleigh, NC



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