A stranger, I became..
He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs.
Once he needed home, once he needed his family.
And now he need new cities, new faces and
the strong whiskey.
Somewhere in time,
war killed his kindness.
The new cities made him seek unknow places and ancient buildings.
And now pretty faces of kind women made him forget,
he was Michigan born.
He returned home and he learned.
Once he was a part of many people lives and
now he is a stranger,
with a new voice and different eyes.
He told the night.
The scars of living,
the scars of war made me a homeless man.
Coyote
Beautiful piece
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Thank you Shashi. I appreciate the comment my friend.
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A poignant piece, indeed.
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Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. When you escape home for 20 years. You become forgotten.
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I can definitely that sense of being disconnected from a once familiar place.
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I meant to say, I can definitely relate to the sense of disconnection from a once familiar place.
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But we do return. A different person.
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Agreed.
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