Mr president
I am A poem
Formed by the words of a pained american
Fear and anxiety ripples through her day after day
Prayers are endless
But so are the tears
Who can blame her?
What’s it been now-
Five years
I hope you slept well last night
She did not
Nightmares plagued the once peaceful night
Scribed within me is anger
Icy daggers peirce her heart
In mid-august last year
Your actions caused the death
Of her very heart
He now lives beyond the clouds
Each day the knife is plunged deeper
I am the words
That trap memories of the past
So that they shall live on forever
I am the voice
Of the words that cannot escape her lips

Very profound and so sad too. Very well written

amazing so powerful and emotional you're a great writer.

Now everybody needs to write the President...that was good Nicki.

I suppport the war - but well written.