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By spirial Date: 2004 Oct 24 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.24.15.37.17630]] |
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What I so hate... Being away Lol so very simple While bombs drop and chem. suits worn Heat unimaginable Whilst slow memories of her warmth and softness of skin and being away tents fit 60 and more dust yet so thick within memories flashed incredible places reduced to credible memories pain and distance received huddled during thick missing you gun in hand poised in wait wondering if what one feels makes one pull the trigger far too late missing you and on water endless days sometimes in the china sea water so calm its like sheets of smooth ice green and not a wind to stir endless missing you soon so very soon this tour is over and another year close I will be home for good Will I awake I wonder Dreams of away so very fresh Feeling you beside Calming my aching breast And you who else do read Of this I write Can one understand Without the walk I my self I do not know Nor do I think I would wish Another to feel this way Pain still far too fresh And if one does then I feel Do so much feel for you as well Sorry for this |