"Homesick"
For many years I've wondered why,
why I can not forget.
Why there, seemed there, was something that,
I can't remember yet.
I never felt as I was one,
as I had been before.
Before I went to Vietnam,
to fight that awful war.
I could not reminisce with friends,
for none had walked my path.
Had smelt the smell of death each day,
seen God's unveering wrath.
I haven't felt that I could talk,
to those so close to me.
Cause they would never understand,
what through my eyes I see.
And I would like to share the pain,
with Vet's just like myself.
But they, like I, prefer to keep,
the pain upon a shelf.
Today I looked within myself,
and found this truth I swear.
The reason I don't feel at home,
I feel that I'm still there.
Remember all the sights and sounds,
and memories of grieving.
The only thing I can't recall,
is really ever leaving.
Written by:
"H. Hughes"
6-1-94
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Thank you, Howard, for another heart-touching poem!
God Bless,
~Bobbie~
Font used is Comic Sans MS
Created April 25, 2001