Long Suffering

Long Suffering

A Poem by Willard Wells
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Nightmare of Child Hood

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I wake, you in tears,

From your sleep.


Running for shelter,

Bombs falling.


Looking and screaming,

For your missing papa.


My heart breaking,

Feeling despair in your nightmare.

© 2017 Willard Wells


Author's Note

Willard Wells
My love has some nightmares from youth

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This poem of yours puts me right back in a theater of war that I left 45 long years ago. Bombs and mortars! Children with no parents and parents that have lost their children as casualties to the war around them. I do not know where bombs of your poem originate but, bombs are bombs and they are destroyers and they do not discriminate in taking of lives.

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Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

Thank you for your review. North Vietnam was the place, but I wanted it more general since as you st.. read more
Perkele.7885

9 Years Ago

It was Niet Nam for me as well Sir. I hope that your girl friend is able to one day put that part of.. read more
Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

On a day to day basis she is good as all of her family is now here. She and her younger brother were.. read more



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We feel the pain as ours in our children. So true, Willard. Liked it very much, well done. :) Rudi

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

This was my girlfriends nightmare from when the US was Carpet bombing north Vietnam. Thank you for r.. read more
Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

9 Years Ago

My pleasure, Willard. :) Rudi
Man that's intense... nothing worse than terrible nightmares from your childhood. All you can do is be there for her but I feel for her... I have woken up crying countless times and it's no fun. Love the wording buddy :)

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

Thank you Aaron. I would do anything to take away her pain. Appreciate the kind words my friend.
There is so much love and tenderness in this poem Willard. It cries of your love and care for the woman whose pain you would absorb and absolve had you the power.

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Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

She was very small and when we discuss it the memory for the most part is lost. But in the dark of n.. read more
my turn to leave my cave :) I get the sense of war, bit obvious i'd say that i guess with the bombs and all, its very sad i feel like you're saving her from the terror and searching wildly for the missing papa, the heart break comes easily and the whole poem begins to feel like a nightmare of terror, intriguing and very well penned, thank you :) even if i'm a total numb skull who's got it wrong haha

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R Smith

9 Years Ago

No problem Willard but what am i forgiving you for, everything is just great i think :)
Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

I failed to thank you for reading initaly
R Smith

9 Years Ago

oh I see, you're a true gent my friend, thank you for that :)
The innocent are often the casualties of wars they scarcely understand. this is the weight and cost of war that seems immeasurable to me. No one can really know the costs, because they are the nightmares that visit children at night leaving them inconsolable. It's the bitterness of a mother whose young child was killed by a bomb as he crossed the street from a friends house. sad.

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Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

Beautiful words spoken ???? Give me a few days and I will try to find the words that express my than.. read more
This poem of yours puts me right back in a theater of war that I left 45 long years ago. Bombs and mortars! Children with no parents and parents that have lost their children as casualties to the war around them. I do not know where bombs of your poem originate but, bombs are bombs and they are destroyers and they do not discriminate in taking of lives.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

Thank you for your review. North Vietnam was the place, but I wanted it more general since as you st.. read more
Perkele.7885

9 Years Ago

It was Niet Nam for me as well Sir. I hope that your girl friend is able to one day put that part of.. read more
Willard Wells

9 Years Ago

On a day to day basis she is good as all of her family is now here. She and her younger brother were.. read more

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Added on April 22, 2015
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Willard Wells
Willard Wells

Sacramento, CA



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Photography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..

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