Another soldier lost...

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    Another soldier lost...

    There is a vastness
    An empty place in your soul
    It haunts you night and day
    You wish it away and still it follows you
    You pray with all your heart to never know
    Never to feel this sorrow
    So deep so painful…. your world has just died
    You try to breath and with every breath you fall
    You try with all that you are to rise and yet you fall
    The message comes swiftly and with no recourse
    This one intenty this one being this one child is gone
    Lost for what? This beautiful son/daughter, smiles, laughter, words
    You will never know again. Silenced is there world. Never to know
    What there last thought could have been. Were they laughing, crying
    You were not there to hold them and say it will all be fine
    This grief like a dam cancer that eats at you. A tremble winds through you
    Were do you go from here, what should you believe, who do you trust…
    This is the point in time were you know…
    He is there with you, and you are not alone
    He is here with you…Holding you in his arms, wrapped in a divine embrace
    Your pain is never over shadowed in his love
    Though he cannot give back what you have lost
    They are with him, looking down at you smiling and wanting
    You to know it will be alright, you are not forsaken
    His light will guide you and keep you
    Believe in this and rise to let others know there was
    A soul so bright that the Sun is nothing in time…..

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    rossmangeles commented on Another soldier lost...

    07-06-2009

    Indeed, a great write. Great message. I simply love how you put your words together to bring forth a wonderful poem. Keep it up! Cheers!

    chicane407

    07/20/2009

    Thank you very much...

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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