THEY WERE DYING TO GO HOME”
They
stood on the edge of reality Dwelled
upon the edge of doom Their
thoughts were often clouded Underneath
the Vietnam moon
They
talked of times gone past And
of their sweetest dreams They
buried the past as well as themselves As
they forged the jungle streams They
fought fatigue and desolation Thirst
and sleepless nights Their
home a hole, their meal from a box Lived
in hell for others rights A
letter written and tucked away In
a pocket near their heart They
hoped it would never be sent Upon
their death the two would part They
deemed each day to be their last Death
present where ever they roamed While
deep inside they understood They
were just Dying to go home They
stood on the edge of reality Dwelled
upon the brink of doom Their
thoughts were often “silenced” Underneath
the Vietnam Moon. Disturbing,
We were there in reality and at the time it seemed unreal to us. It was
as though we were living and watching
the nightmare unfold through someone else’s eyes and soul. Now it is
behind us, years behind us, and the reality is just setting in. All to
real, all to disturbing to have the subconscious reveal what has been
buried, Resurrecting the dead. © Richard
D. Preston
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