The Moving Finger Writes

United States of America

Formerly Just A Dream
I’m an accidental overuser of commas, parentheses, and bold typeface.
I’m the biggest classic rock fan you’ll ever meet.
I’m a lover, not a fighter.

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December 15, 2019

PROMPT: Open Prompt

10
He remembers the day he came home.

There were throngs of people at the train station, but none there for him. His friends were gone, buried in the trenches. His family was not his family, and those he had known as such had faded, hardly human anymore. 

His life is different now. 

Before, his home had been a place of laughter, of life, of simple pleasures, nothing taken for granted.

Now it is silent. He lives alone, a life of black and white feelings, flavorless meals, tears shed on bed covers. 

Now he paints portraits of war with his own blood, so detailed it seems as though he fought just yesterday. 

Now he only survives. 

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2 Comments
  • ThePaperSamurai

    This is so heartbreakingly beautiful!! You can feel the raw emotion pouring out of these words.... such a great job!!!!!


    3 months ago
  • hi i'm jackson ;)

    OH MY WORD MORSE CODE WHOAAAAAAAA IM GOING TO STEAL THAT IDEA SOMEDAY BE FOREWARNED
    ALSO THIS IS A VERY AWESOME POEM GOOD JOB CONGRATULATION :)


    3 months ago