These eyes see today,
Yet drawn to yesterday
For blood shed to coat the fears
Of the next day that nears-
Silent yells and mourning nights
Save face for internal fights...
Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...
Wake up to today, presently in yesterday
As past leads forward and the future takes us back
walking the thin line but between an invisible crack-
Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...
The painting, truth, yet the brush strokes permanently dye
Down draws a crocodile tear, seemingly I cannot cry...
* A poem dedicated to all veterans we lost, from one vet to another*
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