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Me Being this way, isn't really me, unless I can change, a threat to society. If I can no longer, show my thoughts; then I will die, this is what God wraughts. Without knowing an end, I was never born. If I knew not right, then I couldn't scorn. This is why, acting the way I do; it is not only for me, but also for you. It's to try tell you, the way I feel. Not to harm you, for I cannot kill. What I mean is do not hurt, the man inside. in the end you will suffer, and be the one to cry. Can you tell what I'm after, its to really be free. if this can't happen, then I'll never be Me. |
Additional Notes:
Written 40 years ago while in VietNam...from the archives.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2006-04-11 05:19:12
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.91667
All we can ever hope for is to be true to ourselves no matter what and the vietnam war was such a most difficult war to be in...............so many emotions still felt today , the pain, the loss, the sorrow of it all.......I for one thank you for being there and I thank the Lord for bringing you home........many of our friends were not so furtunate and many who did return have never been the same........Emotions are the most difficult things to sometimes free us from and some of us never are able to do that.....it is good that you are able to express your feelings even back then, forty years ago, in VietNam, a time perhaps one might want to forget but can't.....it was real, it happened, it changed the lives of thousands......again, thanks for posting, for sharing, for allowing us into this place..........God Bless, Claire