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Title: Shores of Depression
Author: Aristoclese
Date Submitted: 1/25/2008
Email: aristoclese@gmail.com

 
Poem: The shores bloodied, I move forward.
I am not alone for there are other shores just as bloody.
I have fought up the cliff’s edge for far too long, too many have been lost by this damned war.
Some shores have harsher cliffs and others have but rolling hills. It strengthens me.
Upon the top I stand and to no great avail. I look upon the land and see an unyielding terrain.
I am lucky in this war for those that I call friends, only a few have been lost.
The shores are conquered but the maps finally in front of me, I see that this war will last longer than I have.
So I look to others in the war, to the shores of others. My battle will rage on but I know I can offer support from this beach upon the cliffs edge to others struggling upon the shores, upon the dense forests, or the snow covered lands. I will send what support I have available, unfortunately now it is only communiqués of the enemies troop movements, and help with artillery support. The battles rage on but we each must fight our war.

I tell not my friends or family of what I experience here, upon the battlefield, I worry they will see a losing battle and give up or decide to take a bullet for me. Neither option a good one, but I know that in the end it will not be my choice but theirs. I try to keep my mind off the battlefield, but my friends are here with me. I cannot recall the “good” days that the guys speak of, only the blood and the war. This is home, my battlefield, my war, this is all I know....