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Military life I’m his wife
orders to go oh Hell No!
I have done this before
not once or twice,
but three to four times
its just not right.
Struggling to hold the
tears back with out a fight.
What the hell I’m alone tonight!
Miss you, wish to kiss you,
hold you oh so tight
but your out of sight.
My soldier is gone and I’m here
with a fight hope to survive
for another night. Kids crying
can I sleep with you tonight.
So many things broken and
smoking in the house.
I need my soldier with me,
which can not be, because he’s not free.
Fighting for our freedom which we can not see.
What ever else can this be. Fighting
for our freedom, for our Liberty.
Submitted:Jan 31, 2013 Reads: 21 Comments: 2 Likes: 2
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Other writing by michelle D A Military Life I'm His Wife The land of the Free daddy its me A Morbid Place Always Playing Tricks on Me
War, Death, Military, Poem, Soldier, Soldiers, Poetry, Pain, Battle, Life, Freedom, World, Peace, Sad, Loss, Hope, Iraq, Government, Suffering