Soldiers

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    Soldiers

    Broken bones twisted, burned leave stench of hate.
    Bodies burned in my mind, ghosts that will never leave.
    My spirit still fights within, visits still hurts.

    A man hurts, and tries to forget.
    No regret, for freedom and family.
    I pay the price, when they haunt me.

    Things that can't be discussed, eyes tell.
    I knew the price, could be life.
    Or for life, we all still fight.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Astraeos’s Poems (17)

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