When we were young...

by JCK

  • Poetry

Published March 3, 2012

I’ll miss the days when we were young,
playing battleships and soldiers
under the mid-august sun.
I'd be Arnie and you Stallone -
unkillable, invincible,
other kids would run home.
The battlefield ours, then and forever
1st Platoon, 23rd Squadron,
we signed up together.
I'll still well up in tears of joy and pride
knowing you were there with me,
standing right by my side.
When we were young,
these games did us no harm.
Now, know that I love you, brother,
As you die in my arms
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Bryn
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Bryn commented Comment · Mar 8, 2012

Wow. Wouldn't change a thing; this is so heartfelt and sweet, and gah I just love it. Keep it up!

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anna91423 commented Comment · Mar 4, 2012

This is so powerful and I love how unforced the rhyme feels. Really beautifully written and painfully sad. Well done. :)



It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind