Kim Aouad

War Zone

Life is a war; we are its soldiers. We conquer hearts that are homes to many, and often destroy them. We act wounded, and wait for someone to pick us up and tell us everything is going to be okay. In the war of life, some soldiers die, and others survive, but most of them carry emotional and physical wounds as if they were gifts from souvenir shops. The Wounds last. And memory of war is no evanescent flame, rather an eternal one that haunts every one of its survivors till the day Death does them justice.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, war

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2015

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (2/11/2016 2:56:00 PM)

    Love unites us! But, war destroys everything. Nice piece of work.

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  • Barry MiddletonBarry Middleton (2/1/2016 4:32:00 PM)

    Keep writing. I hope to see more of your work here.

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  • Fabrizio FrosiniFabrizio Frosini (12/27/2015 9:16:00 AM)

    a thoughtful, clever write - as the others you've posted. You live in city*, in a country, where ''emotional and physical wounds'' are real facts.. You speak of real life..
    Thank you, Kim. Keep on posting!

    * Beirut / Libanon, we can read. Right?

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    Kim AouadKim Aouad(12/28/2015 3:47:00 PM)

    Thank you once more for all your comments; they're well appreciated.
    And yeah Beirut, Lebanon

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  • Andesikuteb Peter YamusaAndesikuteb Peter Yamusa (12/26/2015 11:56:00 AM)

    Very thoughtful of you

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