December 1964
16 April, 2007
Author: Shiloh
I curse the fact
that as I get older,
some things from 'way back
in my memories
seem to fade a bit,
to gray out...
except
certain memories,-
those are still so sharp
that they cut,
like a razor-sharp blade,
and make me bleed
in my mind
and in my heart...
those are
the memories of you.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meridian (71.253.214.88) -- Tuesday, April 17 2007, 07:27 am Must be traumatic. I guess because I haven't the slightest clue as to how it feels to be in the military, holding a rifle in my hand serving my country, seeing graphic detail... But you're a very, very talented, and realistic writer! I'm glad and happy that you and others in the war back then made it out alive... Good writing Shiloh! |
| Shiloh (66.24.75.179) -- Friday, December 25 2020, 06:13 pm this particular work was not about the army, war, Vietnam.... it was about a girl... we broke up, and it hurt, and still does, even today, more than 50 years later. How about that!? |
| Meri (69.244.239.131) -- Sunday, December 27 2020, 03:56 am Still good though. Merry Christmas Shiloh. |
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