I wish to meet him
For the very first time
To look deep into his eyes
To see his innocence,
Happiness, and
Glee.
To come home without the nightmares
To not be the baby,
Crying at night
To not remember the days of the war
The dead and the dying
The healthy and the ill.
Lying in this cage
The white walls enclose
As the door creaks
My heart beats
The freedom of light
Flowing through me.
To get to go home
To meet him at last
To look deep into his eyes
To see his innocence,
Happiness, and
Glee.
To meet my baby son,
Is my last,
Dying
WISH.
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2 comments:
grant thee thy dying wish!!!!
it makes me quite sad to read this. War is so silly, Bush should go to the Zoo, where he belongs, in the cage.
well you i don't love war so much from my stories, but still. ew war.
-phoeebeee
i like how we can figure out exactly what the wish is before we reach the last stanza- evidence that your description evokes the right images.
The strong diction (innocence, nightmares, dying, dead, cage, enclose, freedom..) is effective - I truly feel sad. I unreasonably want to know whether or not this soldier met his son. Unreasonably because I don't really know this soldier.
good job ;)
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