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favorites Whispers in the night
Pictures of the past
Tear drops on the ground
Knowing it wouldn’t last
Shivers in the morning
Deep eyes so full of fright
Finding it hard to believe
That it wasn’t a dream last night
Sounds of him sobbing softly
As he hides beneath his arm
Comforting words don’t soothe him
If anything they cause more harm
The tears stop falling that night
But the pain still stains his heart
Next time he wont be so stupid
Next time he wont even start
But he always leans on the sky
He always soars in the stars
He looks up to the horizon
He cries to hide his scars
This poem very elegantly
This poem very elegantly describes the contours and difficulties of my three worst years, but your languages articulates the experience much better than I have ever been able (or ever will be able) to do. I still have nightmares about them once in a while. However, the poem is comforting in that it reminds me that the experience is not so singular as it, at times, seemed---when I was far too mature to put it into the context of a long view.
Starward
In that time and place found
In that time and place found long sleeved shirts to hide the scars well enough. Until the time that scars were seen as badges of surviving battles and war, a kind of honour.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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I think that is a very wise
I think that is a very wise interpretation.
Starward