Faye Sizemore


Blazing fire clouds… omens of grief…
churning and twirling… twisting beyond belief
Lost in a place defying time…
and space… this Hell of mine
Each night I smell again the diesel fumes
Sounds of gunfire echo through my rooms
Is even God able to aide me in my gloom
or shall I suffer forever… is it my doom
I salute those marching past me… these dead of old…
for memory of my lost friends is what sears my soul
I hear the sound of the whirling blades coming
I am saved… I am saved again… for it is morning
I rush to open the blinds… let the sunlight flood all
but even so… the memories hang over me like a pall