
These are poems about what happens in war- the after effects. I'll be adding to this as I get new ideas, so it could on on a while. I want the memories of those who died and fought for us to be remembered.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 506 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 12-20-12 - Published: 11-27-12 - id: 3078200
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Do you remember those days?
Those days we went out and played?
We were always together,
Never apart.
But now we're stuck in this world,
A world of constant war.
Always reminded that we could die.
Tomorrow,
Or today.
There has never been a time,
Where I have been more afraid.
Do you remember those days?
Those days where we were happy?
Now we're living in fear,
Fear that one of us will die.
Now all I wish,
Is that those days,
Had never ended.
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