Young Writers Society

The sandy landscape is all I see

Night - it was supposed to be

Lighten by the explosive mines

Here, I feel i was forced to walk on a fine line

I was meant to watch the lands.

I was meant to guard my men

And yet I was watching the stars

Praying to hold your hands once more.

My stomach gravels with dirt

When it should be with the butterflies

Having to miss you so much

My mind is bleeding out with the thought of you.

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I thought writing for you would ease my heartache.

But the more I think of you

My mind becomes a blur

I don’t know what else to tell you

Fearing this could be my last word;

To describe these feelings the alphabet cannot.

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A man who cries at war.

While the ground roars beneath him

Enraged countries fighting under the watchful moon

As She watches a sober who sobbed for his far away love, too.

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‘I want to come home

And see your face again.’

That was all he wrote

Until the page burns into nothing

along with him as well.

- JTTL