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Poetry from within

Wives of War

The sleepless nights the screams of pain, the trauma from war drive me insane

Fallen soldiers names I know of by heart, the contestant fighting is ripping me apart

Hearing the orders that got a man killed, I try so hard but am turning to pills

An argument erupts and punch is thrown, the man that's home, is so unknown

Once happy children, try to hide their fears, often at night they sleep with tears

The man that left did not come home, the battlefield is where heíll continue to roam

His body is home his mind is away, to get them back together, in war he must stay

Am a widow of a soldier that did not come back, his body is here but his mind it lacks

The man I love is K.I.A. no matter what help he gets it will remain that way

He agrees for an appointment for the doctor to see, as he calims he still loves me

Iím not a soldier of horrific scenes I saw, am the wife at home that struggles with war

Gordon Bruce