Last night I dreamt an ugly dream
a dream about a war and me
I saw so many leave the street
as I was left and so was he
he was the child I born'ed with life
and yes I too was someone's wife
I saw them all go off to war
and now I sit behind locked door.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Was a dream I had this very night, no slumberbash here. 🌹
- Category: Reflection
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So many focus on the terrors of war on the battle field yet so little focus on the terror in the heart of those behind who don't know the fate of their loved ones at war. This poem speaks to not only this of mothers and wives left behind The horrors of the mind far worse than the battlefield. So well put in so few words
Isn't the world just in a mess, I think more than ever we can see every last detail where ever we are, I'd be telling lies if I didn't say it's most disturbing. Thank you dearest sorrenbarret 🌹
about sums it up Teddy...
sitting behind locked doors!
as good as always my friend;
So very sad isn't it dear Melvin, thank you dear friend. 🌹
Excellent write Teddy
Thank you dear Tony 🌹
You're welcome
Wow. Scary stuff Teddy. I hope you start having beautiful dreams.
Thank you dearest Thomas, I hope the same thing for us all. 🌹
So much hurt over something so unnecessary. Well Done.
Thank you so much dear Dan, I studied like most my age the second world war but watching the world today brings a whole new vision on what you rightly say something so unnecessary. 🌹
Such a sad dream Teddy but at least it was a dream and not reality like it is for so many in our world.
Andy
Unfortunately it is a reality, I have friends of all sides 🌹
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