I've heard it all,
And like a blind man,
I see what I hear,
I've heard life starting,
I've heard life ending,
Cries for help when dying,
Cursing when killing,
Pictures in my mind like a slide show,
I've seen it all,
Scars and memories tell it all,
I've heard it all.
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this is one powerful poem. Life continues even after going through violence. In the end it depends on how we deal with the actions we were forced into. A very striking comment to say the least. I too have beheld the dying. The pain is great but we become survivors in the end. The last gasp is hearing it all. a poet friend RH Peat