Best Poem of Zachary Gerbils

Confused By Freedom
Inept yet oft beseech thee I
The legions of console
As battles rage of nature one
The warrior ends up alone

Sticks, stones, slings and arrows
The hurt, the pain, the fall-out
The walking wounded and living dead
Why are we bitter why did we start this

Whether its war or friends its . . .
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A feeling of laughter
A feeling of life
A feeling of lasting
A feeling of light
A feeling of darkness
A feeling of fear
A feeling of longing
A feeling so dear
Feelings so strong
Of people and places
Of a touch or a smell
Of beloved old faces
It is the memories that freeze us
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