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Brian McDonagh May 2018
I live because you died.
I enjoy life because you fought.
I see the sun because you blitzed through fog
Not of strati.
I can breathe because you inhaled war
And exhaled victory.
I pray and say that I pray
For you
Because I cannot give you
An earthly craft
As recompense.
As you lie in the ground,
Marked by stone and a flag,
I give you my time in silence
Because there’s nothing I can say
That can make up your life, your sacrifice, your time.
I talk by silence
Because I don’t want to disturb the peace
That you deserve and longed for
As you roamed a patriot,
But died a hero.
I know I'm posting this early, but like the many other commemoration days, I don't want to forget
Mark Lecuona Sep 2015
You
when the pain is so great
they will say anything
how can you know what is true
when the pain is so great
he will say he loves you more than life
or that he planned the operation
because torture is not about truth
but only to relieve the pain
it is not who they are
what they have done
or how they wish to live on after the pain
neither is quiet loneliness God’s blessing
your job becomes who you are
going home a curse
especially if you do not live alone
you cannot understand
why everyone seems to be happy
but do you learn how to live with two choices
to not say anything you wish to say
to feel nothing when you do
without pain or loneliness
or do you instead
say everything
about anything at all
to the one you love
without remorse
not because of pain
or loneliness
but because you are alive
unafraid to be who you are
as you are now at home
at peace
you

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