They took a loan of not money but men,

trying not to stutter i ask my brother when


Ten months he says


Do you promise to return to me

Because until you do the bill will be paid

with my distraught heart

from which this grenade of news had brought

He promised.


They extend his tour.

How much does my heart have to endure

until it can be content


From ten to fourteen months,

amen to morphine drugs

i can be numb in this hell of a nightmare

or is it too late,

have i already fallen into this dreadful fate


And yet i’m drowning in my feelings

with the crowding of my dreaming, screaming







But you are halfway around the world,

and my heart is only halfway healed

This poem is about: 
My family
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