David Morris


Old Friend - Poem by David Morris

Time tears my troubled soul
Fears of never growing old
Holding the reins
But losing control
Hoping for help
But not reaching out
Wanting to fight
Just another day
Wishing I never put down my rifle
And walked away
I think of my brothers
And get sick with thought
So I seek some comfort
From my old friend
And Think of the places in which we've been
From hell and back
Worst tours in Iraq
From clearing buildings
To blowing up shacks
These are the things
I feel that I lack
This is the worst war
When I'm under attack
But not from an enemy
Its from my old friend
And his constant thinking
That I should go again
He's put me in danger
But probably saved a few
And fought nonstop to get me through
Everyday I'm constantly reminded
So I look in the mirror
And see that he is you....
So help me now
What side of me is true
What is the future
And what do I do
Cause I'm sick of this waiting
And constant back and forth debating
The Feeling of guilt
from leaving the fight
Its not over
And I don't feel right
That the men are out there
Alone in the night
While I'm sitting here
Writing a poem out of fright

Topic(s) of this poem: soldier, thinking , war memories

Form: Occasional Poem


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2015



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