wow...thanks Nam and Cookie--powrful stuff...i'm not a poet either--the following was written a while ago--just to get out of my system what was there at that time...i'd hardly call it a poem but nevertheless here it goes...

Sitting there alone
Trying not to think,
Hope was gone,
Gone in a blink

You remember the places,
You think of the faces,
They are the dead;
Perhaps they were brave,
Now they share a mass grave,
The black earth was fed,
Their permanent bed.

Wrapped in a shawl,
The more you think,
The further you sink,
You drown in drink,
You crawl...

Your smell and that of the drink
Are one and the same tonight.
Is ANYTHING worth the fight,
In this world that stinks?

Another breath,
A step closer to death,
You think of the war,
The blood and the gore,
Can't take anymore...

Thinking just hurts,
Depression and tears,
With suicide you flirt
But you quiver with fear...

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