Sheikh Mohan's House.
This will be the last time you see me as I am now.
I will see the world and go to war.
I will learn to hate
I will see death.I will scream at the top of my lungs and I will change.
In a split second, the person you once knew will be gone,
one way or another, through fire and blood.
In a place where the happy thoughts are only of a painless end.
From roadside bombs to small arms fire
I will learn to cope, and to accept things.
Eventhough you will always imagine me as I once was
I will not be.
I will not.
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Copyright 2012 Michael
Published on Saturday, November 10, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"