BROTHERS OF THE WALL
By Thomas York, Army
Writing Type: Poem
I
wish I could walk inside, in there with you.
I wish I could talk to you, you to me.
I wish I could feel what you feel
To know what I feel is real.
I wish I could tell you I'm sorry
For my inability to make up for your loss.
I wish I had gone out there with you,
Maybe I could have made a difference.
Or traded places.
What do you feel when you look at me?
I feel you see the pain I also carry.
I hope my pain doesn't add to yours
I guess we aU have to bear the pain.
I wish you could tell me what you want me to do
For I fee] I haven't done enough.
I hope you can feel by our presence here
That you are still with us, and always will be,
For we are your brothers.
I wish I could talk to you, you to me.
I wish I could feel what you feel
To know what I feel is real.
I wish I could tell you I'm sorry
For my inability to make up for your loss.
I wish I had gone out there with you,
Maybe I could have made a difference.
Or traded places.
What do you feel when you look at me?
I feel you see the pain I also carry.
I hope my pain doesn't add to yours
I guess we aU have to bear the pain.
I wish you could tell me what you want me to do
For I fee] I haven't done enough.
I hope you can feel by our presence here
That you are still with us, and always will be,
For we are your brothers.

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