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  The Weight of Guilt The clock is ticking on the wall. I said I’d catch you when you fall. But I was late and so you fell. And now I’m left an empty shell. The weight of guilt, it feels so strong. My mind consumed by what went wrong. And what you did, it’s hard to believe. I feel your loss and cannot breathe. I failed my friend and I can’t rescind. I try to feel you on the wind. But I guess that you are really gone. And that your spirit has moved on. In the mirror I see your face. And I hope you’re wrapped in heaven’s grace. All I know is I miss my friend. I hope one day my heart will mend. But for now I live in pain. The way you left is so insane. I cry out to you on fallen knees. But you don’t respond to my tortured pleas. Yet every time I shed a tear. I like to think you might be near. But the clock still ticks upon the wall. Reminding me I missed your call. And when I hear your laughter on the breeze. I think it helps in small degrees. I hope one day to forgive myself. For not...

  Canva AI Image The Witches Den Through a darkened forest Where no willows weep And no light breaks through Though shadows leap There lives a witch Whose feared by all They shield their ears From her cackled call On her cottage door There hangs a sign “Think long and hard Before you cross this line” The story warns Don’t meet her gaze Or you’ll disappear And be lost for days Rumors swirl That when you return You wear the mark Of the Witches burn What that means Is she owns your soul Your name now etched On her Witches Scroll There are those whose fear Caves to their desire So they willingly Brave the Witches Ire You must take the path quickly Follow all the way round Watch out for the vines That’ll pull you down in the ground If you actually make it To the Witches Den That’s the beginning Of your end Your life’s worth more Than a sketchy spell If you choose unwisely Your path leads to hell So heed the signs That warn you away And live to see Another day Original Poetry Written By ...

Lost in this abyss of constant pain Living without you slowly drives me insane Out of control and so out of sync You were so quickly gone in just one blink You lost control on that motorcycle I lost my favorite person, Michael When you died, I forfeited my future Now I have no one left to nurture I'm full of misery, pain and torment We didn't get to share one last moment We weren't done experiencing this life You had just asked me to become your wife Lost in this world and stuck in my mind I want to feel anger that you left me behind But all I feel is gratitude and so much love Knowing that you are watching from up above Thank you for all the time that we shared I know how deeply we both cared I love and I miss you and I forever will I just needed you to know how I'll always feel Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar

*So, this is something I wrote in 1990. I would have only been around 15 years old and definitely not an expert on war. My attempt at writing something that wasn't about romantic heartbreak, I think. I truly hope this does not offend anyone. I have nothing but love and respect for all of our soldiers. Love, Eryn* A SOLDIER'S LAST WORD Sometimes I wonder if I'll make it back. But I am here, fighting in Iraq. The people I've shot, I've lost count. Thirty five? And I have no hope, to make it back alive. I'm getting called out, to end this war, But I don't have the strength to fight anymore. People say that I'm brave, to come over here. But inside I'm scared, I shake with fear. It's hard to believe, I've just now shot another! But I was raised to treat you as a brother. Please stay with me Lord, stay in my heart.  Don't let this war tear our world apart. "Oh God, I've been shot!" cries out one of my men. Two, three, four...he...

*I wrote this piece in the 1990's. The beginning of it all.* TAKE BACK THE NIGHT   Take back the night The night of my pain The night and the memories  That will drive me insane Take back the anger The hate that I feel Take back the hurt It's all still too real Take back the fact That I wasn't your first Take back the others  That have quenched your sick thirst Take your own life You'd be better in death Take it or else I will take your last breath Take back the night The night of my rape Take back the memories That I will never escape Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar

Her last lucid display of love will last forever in my heart even as time and memories fade to gray Her smile her eyes like bright blue skies offered comfort by way of not being aware that memories were blending physical pain unending Wanting to arrange my future my life, her last gift as a wife and my best friend only caring that I'm not alone Often I feel her presence like a cool breeze during bastardly waves of heat or warm thoughts on a winter's morn Her last gift, not wanting me to be alone Poetry Written By: Justice James Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

Press me they do, oh.... do they press me. She must burn is screamed! God wills it too! She is my friend, my ally. For I know this is not true! It is your evil intent, I have seen all too often. No more I say, never again will I do what you say. Walk me down to the pyre, tie me to that post. I will not betray, my ally.... the one I love the most. I look down at the fire; as it climbs up to my legs. I know that I am tied here, yet I try to get away. A calm settles within me.....familiar feeling it is. No more burning do I feel, upward and upward I go. I hear a gentle voice floating on the air, I look down to the woods that I know so well. It is my beloved, finishing her spell. I am free now to find you again. Poetry Written By: Alan Mack Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

The utter shock of what I see. I run to you quickly and fall to my knees. Waves of utter pain pound against my soul. Shaking my head, this cannot be real. So many emotions..... I don't know how to feel. I lift you lifeless body onto my lap. Hugging you tightly, I look to the sky, Screaming uncontrollably and asking why. A searing and sharp pain pierces my soul. Blood pours out from me as the sword goes through. I fall to your side while holding still, I come to you my beloved, never again to be apart. Poetry Written By: Alan Mack Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar