I have walked a thousand battlefields,
yet never have I set foot on one.
I have taken the lives of hundreds,
yet never picked up a weapon.
I have seen the suffering of the fallen,
but never gazed their faces.
Years of war and torment only in the darkness,
captured forever in the pictures of my mind.
My soul burns with the time that has past,
and the faces of those I lost.
I fear that these hands will take those again,
those I have touched and seen.
I don't know my path in life,
I hope only...it will be to love,
that which I lost so long ago in blood.
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This journal is a collection of my thouhts and little quirks. I'll probably write some story or poetry ideas in here so help yourself and have a gander.
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