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The last letter

by andwhentheshipsails

Mother, I write this to you after the end of the war. Japan surrendered and now I wear a cast. The skies are still grey. No bombs being dropped The government has told us to wait I think they might have forgotten that we fought. Now I see silence at the ship's mast. life has been going way too fast. I have very little hearing left But I still miss the times when you used to scream at me. Sometimes,I gamble and yes mother, I still mumble. I often feel cheated but in front of the strippers I am defeated I have been trying to heal my wounds I hope I find real love soon Mama, is this all too much to ask? All I need is a little love To forget my past. I have fought on many fronts. I have seen soil mixed with blood. I have seen flowers wilt. Seen myself hanging from a hinge. I have aged not gracefully I think I have children who think of me as futility. I have made mistakes and decisions in vain got their fruit been in pain I need somebody to love a place to call home. In my soul, I have less life and more holes. I want someone to be there when days are dreadful. Someone who is internally beautiful. I sound like just another lonely man It's been hard writing this letter without slang. Mama, is this all too much to ask? All I want is a little love to forget my past. Mother,  I am in my death bed yes you read that right. A nice nurse has been helping me write. I ran away, Mama. Yes I did. Your darling son who never flinched. I tried to find an escape, Mama. but failed Went on a search for God and Allah but lost myself half way. They say I am too weak Displaced bones and days to live three. No sign of hope. My eyes are sensitive the stars burn them the sun turns them to ashes Doctor says my eyeball has been flattened. Mama? Are you still alive? your son just came back from a fight.
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andwhentheshipsails
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Written by
andwhentheshipsails
18 / F
Published
Oct 20, 2014
Time
4m
Notes

Thanks to quin for suggesting the title :)

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#war#pain#death#son#mother#blood#nurse#doctor#hospital#ww2
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