Arathin
Sic Lucreat Lux
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That was very good Cerri. You could feel the relief in the wording.
This is a rather long, story-esque poem. I wrote it last night when I woke up from this horrible dream I had. In the dream, my most trusted RL friend, who has been in the army 8 years and is getting out in August, was sent to Iraq. This was a varitable nightmare for me, but I can't help but fear the worst if this dream comes true.
She came home from work
That night
A message clutched
Tightly in her fist
Outwardly, she looked calm
But inside she was weeping
She went about the house
Ignoring her family
The message still held
In her hand
No one knew anything
Was even wrong
Finally everyone else
Was asleep
The only sounds to be heard
Were those she made
As she got ready for bed
But another sound was there
One only she heard
One that lay a pail
Over all the physical sounds
Making them seem distant
She climbed into bed
And opened the message
As she reread it again
The silent sound of her heart
Weeping tears of bitter-sorrow
Filled her ears
Finally she let all the pain go
And wept into her pillow
In fierce sorrow
The note fell to the floor
Left but never forgotten
It read:
"I love you, Sweet.
Always remember this
Because I will never
Stop loving you.
I am being sent into
The war in two days.
Please don't forget me;
I will not forget you.
I love you, Sweet,
And I will marry you
When I get back..."
The tears did not wash away
Her pain
Nor did seeing him off
And when a offical letter
Arrived a month later
Telling her of his death
She had no more tears
The numbness she felt
Made it easy to join him
In the next life
She was buried
Beside the empty coffin
Of her love
Only for him to find her grave
Years later
When he was finally released
From the enemy prison.
This is a rather long, story-esque poem. I wrote it last night when I woke up from this horrible dream I had. In the dream, my most trusted RL friend, who has been in the army 8 years and is getting out in August, was sent to Iraq. This was a varitable nightmare for me, but I can't help but fear the worst if this dream comes true.
She came home from work
That night
A message clutched
Tightly in her fist
Outwardly, she looked calm
But inside she was weeping
She went about the house
Ignoring her family
The message still held
In her hand
No one knew anything
Was even wrong
Finally everyone else
Was asleep
The only sounds to be heard
Were those she made
As she got ready for bed
But another sound was there
One only she heard
One that lay a pail
Over all the physical sounds
Making them seem distant
She climbed into bed
And opened the message
As she reread it again
The silent sound of her heart
Weeping tears of bitter-sorrow
Filled her ears
Finally she let all the pain go
And wept into her pillow
In fierce sorrow
The note fell to the floor
Left but never forgotten
It read:
"I love you, Sweet.
Always remember this
Because I will never
Stop loving you.
I am being sent into
The war in two days.
Please don't forget me;
I will not forget you.
I love you, Sweet,
And I will marry you
When I get back..."
The tears did not wash away
Her pain
Nor did seeing him off
And when a offical letter
Arrived a month later
Telling her of his death
She had no more tears
The numbness she felt
Made it easy to join him
In the next life
She was buried
Beside the empty coffin
Of her love
Only for him to find her grave
Years later
When he was finally released
From the enemy prison.
