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IN MEMORY
By John Boley, Army
Writing Type: Poem
No
hope,
No dream.
Nothing left to gain.
Each night a brand new nightmare,
Each day is filled with rain.
No home.
No love.
Despair my only friend.
I'm lost in a steamy jungle,
In a war that will never end.
No past,
No memory,
Of a lad that's long, long dead.
His hopes, his dreams, his dying screams
Are locked up in my head.
No sun.
No light.
Just blood-red clouds of war.
I know that I can never be
The man I was before.
No dream.
Nothing left to gain.
Each night a brand new nightmare,
Each day is filled with rain.
No home.
No love.
Despair my only friend.
I'm lost in a steamy jungle,
In a war that will never end.
No past,
No memory,
Of a lad that's long, long dead.
His hopes, his dreams, his dying screams
Are locked up in my head.
No sun.
No light.
Just blood-red clouds of war.
I know that I can never be
The man I was before.
