I put on my old boots today
In the leather the sands of the desert ground in deep
I close my eyes and sigh as the taste
Brings back memories I'd rather not keep
Gunmetal black across my back
The crash of thunder, so I thought
But when the sky did not turn black
And weep with the tears that the thunder had wrought
And the sirens screamed
And they still invade dreams
And I fell to my knees
As I watched my friend bleed
On the scorching concrete
I became someone else
My family saw right away
But I've never told them
What happened that day
I keep it locked in
A payment for past sins
As I try to begin
Feeling normal again
But who knows when
Or if
Or how
To forget
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
I put on my old boots today
In the leather the sands of the desert ground in deep
I close my eyes and sigh as the taste
Brings back memories I'd rather not keep
Gunmetal black across my back
The crash of thunder, so I thought
But when the sky did not turn black
And weep with the tears that the thunder had wrought
And the sirens screamed
And they still invade dreams
And I fell to my knees
As I watched my friend bleed
On the scorching concrete
I became someone else
My family saw right away
But I've never told them
What happened that day
I keep it locked in
A payment for past sins
As I try to begin
Feeling normal again
But who knows when
Or if
Or how
To forget
Rhyming/ stream of consciousness
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