Combined Poem of Two Siegfried Sassoon PoemsNight, with a gust of wind, was in the ward,Combined Poem of Two Siegfried Sassoon Poems by ~Youcausefireworks
I wish there'd be a thunder-storm to-night.
Glinting among the wraiths of wandering cloud,
With bucketsful of water to sluice the dark,
Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death.
And it's been proved that soldiers don't go mad.
Then, far away, the thudding of the guns,
There must be crowds of ghosts among the trees,
Through crimson gloom to darkness; and forgot
Those whispering guns—O Christ, I want to go out.
He stirred, shifting his body; then the pain,
And in the breathless air outside the house,
Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep,
You're quiet and peaceful, summering
This is Not the First Nor the Last Time I Will CryDeath is a painful truth, one we all experience over our lives and one we personally, individually face at our time's come. We fear it, hate it, play with it, and try to run as far away as possible from it at all times. No one truly knows what happens to us before we are alive or after we pass on; we only know how to live.This is Not the First Nor the Last Time I Will Cry by ~Youcausefireworks
I've been crying for the past four years because of the news "only six months left." Four more years over six months. Four more years of "this will be the last Christmas…last Thanksgiving…last Mother's day… last birthday" but the times still kept on. Hearing maybe 24 hours, I have hope that it will all pull through. Do I