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My hand begins to tremble
As my finger starts to squeeze
The barrels to my brow now
As I rest upon my knees
Tears slowly seeping from the corners
Of my eyes though unable to
Openly cry. Throat dry
Because I can’t control the war that rages
On inside that which is I
Take a shallow breath, release a sigh
As the hammer falls and the bullet flies
Ah, the pointlessness of suicide.
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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