for those left behind


behind enemy lines

My father child of war
went off to the jungle
came back a whore

He brought back his broken
body but behind enemy lines
he left his mind

And his soul too. He must
have seen something in the
light we couldn't see

Because he'd turn out the
lights and crunch ice in
the dark for hours

Until he left us
Stranded

Behind enemy lines




Poetry by clay
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Written on 2007-10-15 at 11:01

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