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THE WALL…
It is mostly during the nights that they come and visit and check on me. How I see the hearts, souls, voices, of boys becoming men in a wrong place at the wrong time, yet, they made their mark on me. How can I forget… if I ever forget… it would have been for nothing… I refuse to believe in nothingness!!! There are times when they scare me by their appearance but at times their visits are friendly, caring, touching me, trying to encourage me to move on, I hesitate not wanting to leave them alone with each other in the place of death… I want to bring them back into the world of the living… they don’t respond when I call their names… I wake up screaming their names… then I know they are on the other side of life… a place they can’t cross physically any longer and I can’t cross into their world… but our spirits unite and we talk about the good old days… we remember the songs… the talk of going home… to getting back with our families and friends… to be back on the block… then we realize it can never be there again… I am thankful of their presence in my life… come back soon my brothers… come back soon… There will be a time to sing the old songs, to dance, to remember the talks of going home, and to say thanks for being my friends my brothers and sisters… I LOVE YOU… I MISS YOU… YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN…

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THE WALL

Contributed by DocPardue on Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 06:00:56 AM in AEST
Topic: war



THE WALL…
It is mostly during the nights that they come and visit and check on me. How I see the hearts, souls, voices, of boys becoming men in a wrong place at the wrong time, yet, they made their mark on me. How can I forget… if I ever forget… it would have been for nothing… I refuse to believe in nothingness!!! There are times when they scare me by their appearance but at times their visits are friendly, caring, touching me, trying to encourage me to move on, I hesitate not wanting to leave them alone with each other in the place of death… I want to bring them back into the world of the living… they don’t respond when I call their names… I wake up screaming their names… then I know they are on the other side of life… a place they can’t cross physically any longer and I can’t cross into their world… but our spirits unite and we talk about the good old days… we remember the songs… the talk of going home… to getting back with our families and friends… to be back on the block… then we realize it can never be there again… I am thankful of their presence in my life… come back soon my brothers… come back soon… There will be a time to sing the old songs, to dance, to remember the talks of going home, and to say thanks for being my friends my brothers and sisters… I LOVE YOU… I MISS YOU… YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN…





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Re: THE WALL (User Rating: 1 )
by neglected1 on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 06:47:10 PM AEST
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I was very touched by your poem and i dont understand why this one was on the least read poems.. and i was surprised that you have no comments.. no one will ever be forgotten.. in our memories and our hearts they will always stay.. even though they are gone doesnt mean they have to leave... they will always be with you and everyone else..

luck to you Great write

~neglected1~


Re: THE WALL (User Rating: 1 )
by buchi on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 08:37:24 PM AEST
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This is a great write....


Re: THE WALL (User Rating: 1 )
by Stoney1 on Saturday, 3rd July 2004 @ 12:29:08 PM AEST
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This was a very good read if one takes the time to
actually read it. It's well written and emotes how the
author feels about his old comrades who shared a
significant life experience together.

The fix: I suggest that you make use of the html
feature in order to break up the daunting block of text.
If you were to do this; then I think it would encourage
more people to read it through.

It's all a matter of presentation.

Stoney




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