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POW

The solider knelt,

knees in the dirt,

tired of the hurt.

For months they held him

P.O.W.

Only for an end

like this.

 

The smooth cold circle on his neck.

His captors said he was an example

for those who might think of freedom

Now just knees in the dirt.

Different from the dirt

on the farm back home.

This dirt yielded no crops

It only held the dead from rising up.

 

A purple flower blossomed.

Just below his eye

It bloomed, wilted and ran,

down his cheek.

He looked down

as if to examine a spot on his collar,

just before he leaned forward and kissed

the dirt in front of him.

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It bums me out

that Robin’s dead

cause of the dark thoughts

in his head.

It bums me out

that Robin died

or that he even had

thoughts of suicide.


Face

Put on that

happy face

and don’t disgrace

the human race

just find your place,

your mind; erase.


Pain

Try to run from it but

the ground is

a treadmill. Try

to fight it but

you’re punching

a brick wall. Try

to hide from it but

it’s impossible to hide

from yourself.


Get High

Get high to get paid

Get paid to get high

Get paid to get laid

Get laid to get by

27

Happiness is the savior of none

But the killer of some

All the 27’s who died

Were searching for something

Or someone.

Roulette

Let’s play roulette

With toy soldiers

You life and

Four boulders

You slip it’s all over

The exit; don’t show her


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