December 1964
Author: Shiloh


I curse the fact
that as I get older,
some things from 'way back
in my memories
seem to fade a bit,
to gray out...
certain memories,-
those are still so sharp
that they cut,
like a razor-sharp blade,
and make me bleed
in my mind
and in my heart...
those are
the memories of you.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian ( -- Tuesday, April 17 2007, 06:27 am

nice writing Shiloh

Must be traumatic. I guess because I haven't the slightest clue as to how it feels to be in the military, holding a rifle in my hand serving my country, seeing graphic detail...

But you're a very, very talented, and realistic writer! I'm glad and happy that you and others in the war back then made it out alive...

Good writing Shiloh!
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