Yesterdays Men

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
dealing with the aftermath and never adjusting.

Submitted: August 05, 2012

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In solitude we live our lifes,

We are lost within our heads.

With silent screams and frightend dreams,

We go unwillingly to our beds.

With nervous ticks and troubled looks,

We are old before our time.

But for all the regret that we hold,

We have commited no crime.

So we lose ourselfs in a bottle,

Drugs or even worse.

Square pegs in a round hole,

To live is our hated curse.

But let us go back and do it all again,

To a man we would gladly do.

That place where we all fitted in,

Soldiers for the crown we were young, strong and true.

EckT.


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