**I wrote this poem on the evening of September...
September 11, 2001...
I sit in the dark with eyes stare at none
With my heart so heavy as mound of stones...
Sweet dainty hands with candle-like fingers
Nails trimmed enough to titillate one in sight...
At every break of dawn
My soul wails from a faint heart...
Nobody knows what its like carrying an m-16,
Nobody knows how it feels when a helmet is worn...
Stand u soldier
Dry those tears...
I am who come with eternal gloom
I am who leave with ephemeral doom...
Standing on a riverbank,
He looked at his reflection...
Theres teddies, their stuffed
Then flowers they die...
Iraq
I can't see the sun anymore...
Purple flowers lie upon
A cold and heartless grave...
Hardened steel fallen,
distant echos shattered...