The Trauma of Nam
By skinner_jennifer
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Summer love
has gone away...
gazing into the
twilight of youth,
the heat that gave
them humidity; but
cold that left them frigid,
gratitude for some –
hope of memory,
thoughts laced with
regret shot them away
those foolish castaways,
what is it they feel but
remorse, for their sins are
many...a ferocity of shame
came down upon them, like
lava flowing at Pompeii,
how would they have
known what would be,
had their imagination
not given them hope?
drenched in the fuel –
fires would not go out,
those humble servants
of a higher realm...
but gently taking life in both
hands, a savagery of anger
quaked like a bowl of fury,
those that weakened died –
others questioned and survived,
a whirlwind of conflict blowing
their time away – cold winds
keeping their dreams at bay.
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Like this Jenny. I too am
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An impassioned write,
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I see the confusion of
Parson Thru
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Really was my pleasure.
Parson Thru
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I studied the Vietnam War
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Living in Sydney during the
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