Drawing
The State of the Nation: Various Levels of Pain
Poem
My First Day in the Field (The Jungles of Vietnam)
Prose
Poem
Prose
Poem
HURT
By Denise Titsworth, Army
Writing Type: Poem
Did I hurt you
With the sharpness of my words?
Did I hurt you
From the rumors that were heard?
Did I hurt you
From the look I gave you?
Did I hurt you
By giving you one instead of two?
Did I hurt you
When you needed me and I wasn't there?
Did I hurt you
When I said I didn't care?
Did I hurt you
Through the pain and sorrow?
Did I hurt you
Like there's no tomorrow?
Did I hurt you?
Because I'm hurting, too.
With the sharpness of my words?
Did I hurt you
From the rumors that were heard?
Did I hurt you
From the look I gave you?
Did I hurt you
By giving you one instead of two?
Did I hurt you
When you needed me and I wasn't there?
Did I hurt you
When I said I didn't care?
Did I hurt you
Through the pain and sorrow?
Did I hurt you
Like there's no tomorrow?
Did I hurt you?
Because I'm hurting, too.