Dark

Dark short poem

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It is dark in here,
I can feel the sunshine
And hear the birds.

It is dark in here,
The laughter of people
The sound of traffic.

It is dark in here,
A door is open, there’s a breeze,
I can smell the grass.

It is dark in here,
My sights and sounds
Are different than yours.

It is dark in here,
There is no sunshine here
It is hidden by the smoke of rifles.

It is dark in here
The voices I hear
Are long dead.

It is dark in here,
The memories are overwhelming
And I’m still alone.

It is dark in here.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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Saurin Desai
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It is indeed dark in here…

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