Purely numb

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm calling this poetry, but I would call it am expression of feeling. I wrote this after boot camp, and combat training. The first time feeling so low and scared.

Submitted: August 22, 2013

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Submitted: August 22, 2013



I've strained so hard to be made of stone. Willingly experienced misery, so pure I cannot express properly. The screams fill my dreams, they think they're dying. Am I next? 
The voice crackles as rage, and sadness make the voice louder, louder than it should be. Longing for the compassion of a loving soul, are there any left? I now know the beginning of my journey, becoming stone. The screams, they're just sounds to drown out the winds of the coming storm. Moving to leave the screams, it becomes a goal to hurt the innocent soul. Make them numb, dead inside, we have to be absolute with this. They died inside, became sheep to herd. 
I walked alone, and hurt

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