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As I sit here listening to these
walls speak. I hear a door squeak
And out of the darkness comes a
Man pale and thinned, cobwebs in hair,
Cut's on skin. He takes his path and
Walks it not knowing it's end.
Passing through another door
Amen.
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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