Post Traumatic Poetry

M. Hopeless Edward

30 May 2014

Forget For

No opportunity, only cops knock at my door.

I don't drop names only bodies, my life is war.

Ignored and betrayed from peoples past pain that I currently pay for.

To earn to be homeless, if not broken, at minimal forgotten,

When war hit home, Don't forget who you cried out for.
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