War In Me Comments

To pick myself from the mud filled with crocodiles. Because those knees are pointing down with no hope, My hands with no clue of help, And my eyes filled with dry waters, Don't sleep solders, I beg I knee I bow Great imagination! ! indeed, u got into the mind of a soldier and felt the warfield in you... and wrote such a wonderful poem. love u for this dear poetess. tony

WOW THIS IS POWERFUL SISTER KEEP ON WRITING iM INSPIRED But solders you know it well that I'm weak I cannot go back home with a lost battle.