Life In A Box by tommyg

Incompetence tattooed
In a stain on my uniform
No thoughts are my own
No home is calling

Shutdown thoughts
Shocked and stabbed
Bitter and bruised
Hero in a bottle
Pissing the fame

There once was a man
He cannot see
There is no end
Can he finally rest
In death does save

Fragmented into madness
His thoughts not his own
Wife and children's love
Won't heal his scar
He has sacrificed everything
There is nothing no more

anonymous (71.217.44.176) -- Wednesday, February 16 2011, 02:33 am

A Vet Viet
3 vets in my house, the bottle poison 2, and almost 1. Just released from, trying again, all his life. The scar a vet see, not forgot. 1 wife gone. Reached the end. Glad I didn't get that stupid tatoo. 2 swords & pineapple.Death door close. No more pain. Life in a box. Well 2---Great poem.

to vet viet (74.67.87.64) -- Monday, February 21 2011, 02:51 am

Binghamton VA
Got this website from Alice, If you live in NY

..... (67.251.100.215) -- Tuesday, February 22 2011, 08:11 am

and alice
got this website from me.
haven't seen her since she moved "downtown..." tell her hi for me. (she'll know.)
peace...

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