"Homeless"

By War Torn Poetry

It’s in these small moments when I float into the abyss
There’s nothing more peaceful than the quiet and darkness
As I become enclosed in the thoughts within my head
Where secrets and silence linger like the dead
I remember the laughs, tears, the scent of her hair
Only to snap out of my vacant cold dark stare
To find that I am nothing but all alone
The only place where I feel most at home

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What’s happening at VetRep…

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