Burning fires into the leaden skies.
It smells as if someone dies.
I wipe away the blackened grease,
will there be no peace?
Shifting sands upon my feet,
I quicken my pace as I dream of my love to behold her beauty once more.
All this despair of this cursed land drives me to sorrow.
Time is all I borrow to pass this hell of the story I will tell.
I look into a million mile stare, the Abyss to all I miss.
What will I behold to my heart of such a place?
The burning shell of what was once my soul.
Did he too love as I do?
Did he hold and comfort a child as I have?
Who is worthy of such a hell!
Can you tell by looking deep inside, the pain I revile?
All those years and no tears.
Who do I tell…
I’ve come undone.
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Jack Wayne Arnett
I enjoy writing in many genres. My favorite is horror, but I also enjoy poetry, romance and military life. I love the challenge of writing outside my comfort zone as a challenge. I live in Riverside, California and have 5 daughters.
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