Fighter's Turmoil Poem by Melissa Renee

Fighter's Turmoil

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The rive ran red with blood,
He stood there silent and solemn,
What had he just done?
He had only followed orders and that somehow made it worse,
The coming night with its royal blues and sapphire purples,
Held no comfort for the guilty

Monday, March 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
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Gajanan Mishra 31 March 2014

very fine writing, thanks, I like it.

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Melissa Renee

Melissa Renee

Rochester, NY
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