aeternam heros

A Poem by James199522

The noise.

No matter how far i travel, it haunts me.

'It' isn't actually there anymore, I stopped the physical sound.

But my head, god how it hurts.

I have lived this life for far too long.

A life of servitude bound by my own misguided sense of duty.

The screams... the cries...

I've tried everything to cut out the noise.

Why can't it just end?

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Added on June 12, 2012
Last Updated on June 12, 2012

I'm a book, I can't guarantee however I will be an easy read. more..

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