Forgotten Poem by Ross L Hanna

Forgotten

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Jolting torrents of steel rip through paper metal 
Twisted, mangled and falling, diving with furious force
I leapt from the side opening clear, freeing myself 
Into captivity and life's strange bitter abyss

Missing, gravely absent from that place but living
Existing among shadows and enemies in cages and treetops
Fear dominating my thoughts, actions and senses
Trust is not even a word anymore

Ceaseless time moving on invisible wheels
Strangled and choked out by death declared
Though I still live and breathe and drink honeysuckle 
Days pass one by one, we smoke pipes and talk of war

Bombing raids came and stopped, time stood still
The air tastes different forty years later
Old age has settled, winter's white calm is thick
I try to make sense but to be forgotten is senseless 

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is dedicated to my wife's uncle,
John Hartley Robertson who was found living in the jungles of Vietnam by my
friend Thomas Faunce.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 24 July 2013

I try to make sense, good write, thanks. go on writing. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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