luke stanley owen

Fire Of Death

this war
is made with fire
and fear

I am sad as
the wind blow
on my cold dirty hands

I think about
my family
and friends
I will
leave this war
and see them again

but something has just hit me
i fall to the ground
as the pain runs fiercely
through my body

as i slowly die
i cry
knowing i will never
see them again.

Gone

Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 17, 2009

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Comments about Fire Of Death by luke stanley owen

  • Nicola Owen (10/19/2009 2:41:00 AM)

    Well done Luke that is really really good x x

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  • Carol Gall (10/17/2009 2:24:00 PM)

    like the title fits your write i like this one 10

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