** I'd just like to mention this poem isnt about the kind of war you're
probably thinking... this has nothing to do with the taliban, terrorism or
george bush. It's about a war inside yourself.... or more so in MYself. the
title is the last four words, just bigger words. enjoy.**

Another page turns in my life as I'm left here
Contemplating how the sky can appear so clear
Then turn gray as the rain falls down on my face.
And as the bullets cloud my eyes
...A darkness lingers.
And haunting memories stalk inside
Vivid pictures of all the past times
And all I left behind.

There's nothing here left for me but all the things I'm never getting back.

I stand in a crowd never feeling so alone
A sea of empty souls I've fallen in on a path back to home
The clock's heart hangs heavy in it's ringing chest
As the hands point forward towards the calender hanging itself
The tables are turning all towards you
I feel a stinging
It's like breathing
And not wanting to
And as the rain falls down on my face.
And the bullets cloud my eyes
...A darkness lingers.
And haunting memories stalk inside
Vivid pictures of all the past times and all I left behind.... to rot in
insanity.





 
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