Over the crimson sky

Find love in myself
maybe then I'll find healing
But I'm terrified
For what I might find
For the killer inside me
Who needs to be healed
For what he has done
So he could survive
For just one more day
To see the sunrise
Over the crimson sky

Author's Note

Capchya "shambles" This place is fucking with me

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

For the killer inside me
Who needs to be healed
For what he has done
So he could survive

You were young, baby, and you were manipulated. We all are when we are told that war is the way. (With a few exceptions, there is almost always another way.) We do not blame the child soldier, but magically at 18, we call one an adult. Research shows that the brain is not fully-developed for moral-reasoning until the age of 21, and then the average person will take four or so years to get that new-development up and functioning. You acted within international law … the way of the world … now you use your pen to try to change that 'way of the world'. There is forgiveness for you, Baby. I truly believe that, but it does start with you. Really, it's there.

[icelandicblue]

Pryde,

Your response is so supportive and understanding. I am awed by your insight.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, IcyBlue. I don't what to say to that. I am humbled.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you pryde. I appreciate it

[KeeD]

Brother I see the love and heart within you and I know this much without knowing everything about you or your past that you're straight forward and blunt, to some, kinda a c**t.. but you are a legend in your own rights and one of the nicest, not to mention (good looking - no homo) guys. So grab a chair and a beer and relax, I'm sending the sun your way, you'll survive.

[Baby Ricochet]

Lol! That's the best thing I've heard all day. Thank you Keegan.

[Marie]

Move on, Baby R. You can't change the past, but you can learn from it. And a lot of peopel don't even do that.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you marie

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The chilling twist of moral absolute,
A mere child swept under states wing,
Fight fire with fire never stop for red,
Stars shine on cloth for his swing.

Be still my darling boy I ask,
Those tasks are far in your past,
Take time to heal others in sport,
Finally it's your time at last.

x x x x x x x

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you for your kind words Thomas. I appreciate it

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your welcome BR. I won't patronise you and tell you everything is going to be fine now and it's all bells and candy cane. However I will say this, on here, we don't care what happened in your past, your decisions were a product of the time, when you close you eyes and can't escape those images and feelings, just open them again and pour them into the screen, let us handle your torment, and remember, you are loved x

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you bro. I appreciate it.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your welcome! x

[Vidya Bacchus]

I hope your writing helps you .Sometimes you need to forgive yourself because you are the only person judging you.

[Baby Ricochet]

It does. Thank you vidya

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome.

[Frieda P]

Freakin' captcha is always on to us...heartfelt, sad words, I do hope purging through your writing proves cathartic for you. I like this side of you Baby.

[Cassie]

This sad writes...i enjoyed reading though

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Cassie

[icelandicblue]

This is so heartfelt and gut wrenching. The torment and suffering is palpable. Yet it is written viscerally and poetically:

So he could survive
For just one more day
To see the sunrise
Over the crimson sky

My heart breaks for you.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Blue