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I am afraid to sleep
to only find myself burdened by a dream
They bring me to many places
but I just don’t like the theme

I often sit here in sweat
with flashbacks running through my head
All I can see is people screaming
clinging to their beloved that are dead

It was only minutes
but it seemed like hours on end
Why did they have to shoot at us
our perimeter we had to defend

They just kept coming
like roaches running at the sight of light
Flares popping high above
making day out of what was night

So many brothers
to my left and to my right
Blood being gurgled from a shot
another battle buddy lost this fight

All hell breaking loose
as we lay fields of fire
Every time I go to sleep
I return here with no desire

Many years have passed
but war is forever in my head
I cannot go to sleep
because I still see the faces of the dead

Written: 28 October 2017
Copyright © 2017 E. Wayne Searles. All Rights Reserved

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Faces Of The Dead
Date: Friday, 27th October 2017 @ 07:06:17 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: waynster

I am afraid to sleep
to only find myself burdened by a dream
They bring me to many places
but I just don’t like the theme

I often sit here in sweat
with flashbacks running through my head
All I can see is people screaming
clinging to their beloved that are dead

It was only minutes
but it seemed like hours on end
Why did they have to shoot at us
our perimeter we had to defend

They just kept coming
like roaches running at the sight of light
Flares popping high above
making day out of what was night

So many brothers
to my left and to my right
Blood being gurgled from a shot
another battle buddy lost this fight

All hell breaking loose
as we lay fields of fire
Every time I go to sleep
I return here with no desire

Many years have passed
but war is forever in my head
I cannot go to sleep
because I still see the faces of the dead

Written: 28 October 2017
Copyright © 2017 E. Wayne Searles. All Rights Reserved

This poem is Copyright Â© waynster

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