What Do You Know

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What Do You Know

I spy a beautiful Heart

She’s broken but I can’t look away

She cries her pain out loud

I hear her cry and answer her call

We start to live the Dream

But a lass Karma hits

I have demons of my own

She thinks she hears

She thinks she gets it

She thinks she can take it

How time proves her wrong

How can she

She can never

Not one woman I meet

Will ever get it

It’s impossible

They never had to kill

They never had to carry pieces of their Brothers

They never faced death on the level I had to

I am a Combat Veteran

I don’t pretend for a second

They can ever understand

But I still make the mistake

Of trying

In the end its held against me

In the end I’m the one a lone

Again

Always and forever

Not if my Heart ever had a wish come true

How I wish I could find

A woman stronger than the demons

Is it my fate or my curse

That binds me to my independence

At this point suicide sounds like a sweet delight

Better than a life of solitude

But I refuse to be that stupid

I sometimes feel cursed to live

The life owed to those no longer here

Those I knew in Combat

There is no way to say

To express

The baggage I carry

So in the end

I walk alone

Cursed or not

That’s just my fate…

-Fin-

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Worthless commented on What Do You Know

07-23-2017

Yup, well said. Exactly how i feel. We all hqve different roads, only the strongest of us survive the worst of the worst and people cant grasp their tiny little pea sized air head brains about the facts of life, they wanna say past is past bullshit, well those people dont have a past and never lived a life of misery in a prison cell. Never been to an actual prison, but i live in one worse then prison. People seem to think they understand or try to give good sound advice to a normal human being, bit they havent a clue that satan has me chained to his bed raping me daily and theres no escape... but thats my life, not yours.. anyways, good luck. Stop searching and fucking the fakes and maybe true love will find you. Its easy to give others advice since my dumb ass cant use it. Haha. Hope all those wild fires out in california or wherever they are now has killed all the arabs and muslims... be safe, have faith and give grace. Good luck

toredbloodink commented on What Do You Know

03-14-2017

The fate of one and us all, we don't ever go it alone we just feel this way.... Take my words to heart and stay... Maybe never a war , but I have had a fight of my own.. But one thing my brother I wouldn't let you walk it alone.... Much love and peace.... Great write I could see the war inside... So as I bow out because I'm not the hero you are... Thanks for the freedom your Americas star... Red

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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