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I envy the dust the way it moves all free and carelessreleased from it’s sleeping state, the thunderous poundsof late shelling again endless.
Muffled shouting, through this trench confounding,
mustard attack gas mask aside fingers in fumbling fight,bitter cold winters night in a fieldno fireside, food to bitecigarettes to smoke, or mates for joke.
last one gone two days ago up one minute then gone in a puff of smoke,this place is beyond reality it’s bloody insanityfighting for earth no mother walked nor father built. We where thrown into this bloody war,
We wont have our say, like we've never had before.taken to the slaughter history will say,throwing ourselves in waves of waves of sacrificial lunacy again and again.
taken little ground this other trench looks bad worse than oursdoesn't looked heavily manned, looks like we lost more man.
What do we gain now but more time in thought,
that withering bile of rotting feverish flesh one part is freshthe other pure dread, captain is shouting, up on my legswhat’s going on...conscious or dead?
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This poem describes the start to a relationship ending in horror
All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?