Memories
Flashes of
Blood....
Gunshots...
And Bombs.
This is what he see's everyday.
He maybe home,
But his life before still follows him.
His brother's lifeless eyes starin at him.
His fellow soldiers being blown up or shot.
These memories forever follow him.
Never to be cured.
Never to be forgotten.
©2010 Mariah Pawlak
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