Kind words , Sorry to spoil the mood my friend

fingers go walking

I suppose it is a little, 17 years ago, As a teenager I guess the world can feel that way.

The hours of darkness are drawing nigh
And with it a contrast is found.
Ranging from beauty displayed up in the sky
to danger lurking upon the ground.

The still of the night brings a violent time
forcing many to hide in their homes.
Streets are left empty for the committal of crimes,
police reference numbers
as the morning sun shows.

Yet this silence brings a wondrous sight,
Moons, planets and comets afar,
a kaleidoscope sky, an auroral light,
the silent streak of a shooting star.

I studied the vietnam war at school and this is the perspective of a black American compulsararily sent to war regardless of acadamic attributes. I wrote it 20 years agon in memory of them

well observed, it read as it should have, many tears in those words
thank you

I am inspired by this forum,
I have not written for 17 years and have lost most of my work when my old band split up as I wrote all the lyrics.
I love it when a pen wanders of its own accord. I feel like writing tomorrow, see how my walk down the gorge inspires me in the morning.

How do you post pics please?
Please inbox me the instructions

Take a look around you,
what do you see?
Death, blood, destruction
and ****ing misery.

Called to fight a war,
a war that isn’t mine.
They say it’s for the country,
It’s all a ****ing lie.

Bombs and shrapnel dropped
from metal in the air.
Body bags are common,
How long till I’m in there?

Called to fight a war,
a war that isn’t mine.
They say it’s for the country,
It’s all a ****ing lie.

Laying in a box,
now covered up with dirt.
This is the price I paid
for involuntary work.

Called to fight a war,
a war that wasn’t mine.
They said it was for the country.
They sent me there to die.

what writers block?

I have 4, chest, arm, and my back and shoulders, working on more when back finished

kind

By words I am surrounded
yet nothing I can say.
Comma’s,
semi colons,
with letters I begin to play.

Hand poised
alert and intent.
Pen attentive,
a cartridge filled with ink.

Head racing,
creation screaming.
To the depths of my mind I sink.

enjoyable read

Through a crack in this life I stumble and fall,
try to grip
but just slip
down this never ending hole.

The fires of habituation rise up from the depths,
fiery fingers of addiction
will take my last breath

Burning air that surrounds me has poisoned my all,
I will fight for reality
I will emancipate my soul.

I have found a key to this cage
so many years out of sight.
armed with heart
determination
I am now equipped for the light.

Music would def be great with the story, Painted a lonely picture

I followed you through your journey with a smile.
Thankyou

Thank you for taking the time to read it and your kind words

Words well placed and expressive