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Esther Pollak Mar 2019
I wanna be able to tell people to stop searching for the perfect one because I have already found it
Esther Pollak Mar 2019
Feet stretched across the bed
Relaxed
NO EXIT
a minute ago there was still no exit
a minute ago it was going out
now it's escape
How did I get in?
Esther Pollak Mar 2019
In the Roman Empire
it was
I know that guy Jesus
hey so do I
now it's funny to watch peoples faces
"I'm an atheist"
"So you don't believe in any god?"
"If God lives then where's that unicorn I saw roaming in the bushes earlier?"
Esther Pollak Mar 2019
the starry nights let me remember
the shooting stars make me think
the bright moons do not let me forget
the flying fireflies want me to ignore
I cannot help but remember

I wish to have dreams
but wake up to nightmares
the darkness sends a shiver up my neck
the eerieness is like a demon lurking, waiting to invade
the quiet curtains of night scare me
the chirping crickets remind me

the sun has started to rise
but the light does not affect my eyes
because I have seen too much
I will not forget
This poem reflects a post serving soldier who is still affected by her/his past experiences.

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