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Nov 2018
Drifting aimless
Have no bed
Thoughts are swirling
Through my head
Could it be
I’m really dead
No one even sees me.

Drifting aimless
Town to town
If I’m seen
Always a frown
Don’t look up
Forever down
They know not what I’ve done for them.

Drifting aimless
In my mind
The gunshots ring
I try to hide
I see the bodies
Try to find
Some peace from all the memories.

Drifting aimless
Battling on
Feeling tired
No more can I run
Time to rest
Life is not fun
This soldiers time has ended.
Richard Smith
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Richard Smith  47/M
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