<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After Nights</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've hated to talk about it, <br>but there has been so many after nights.<br>I've needed to work out, one more story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trying to end, my often very sad's.<br>Another one, of my, the most incredibly bad's! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart, was shaking as I knelt on the ground.<br>My hands, were pressing his wounds.<br>Pressing hard, prayng, deeper and deeper.<br>Begging God, Help, Shouting, Holding back the Grim Reaper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like his mother, my shaking hands<br>With a sobbing, torn chest<br>Held him tightly to my breast<br>Gently wiped the blood from his face and lips<br>I watched, and felt his soul, escaped my grip.<br>Raining tears washed the blood from his face.<br>Even now, I've often wished that God.<br>Would've let me take his place! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I couldn't bare to see my brother die! <br>The shouting of my heart, screaming why? God. Why? <br>Please! God! Why....? <br>I felt my buddies tears, they were hugging our backs.<br>Even though, I knew he was dead.<br>God, <br>I held him close, I kissed his head.<br>Like a mother with hurt child.<br>I sat, rocking him in the mud.<br>Filling a rice paddy with tears, and blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So now after all these years.<br>I've tried to tell, my life story. Of so many tears.<br>I've had enough, to make rice paddies flood? <br>My tears as I've relived, nights, after nights. <br>How I tried. To stop. My buddies blood<br>So, just, how, many tears, does it take to make a rice paddy flood? <br>I've seen that much, and his filled it with blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when you read this, try to understand.<br>I'm doing the best that I can.<br>I fight every day the things that make me so sad.<br>But it helps to talk about it, and the many after nights! <br>The days and days, the nights after nights.<br>I've called my life stories, just incredibly bad...........</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clyde+Bryson">Clyde Bryson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358497" data-title="After Nights de Clyde Bryson" data-description="I've hated to talk about it, but there has been so many after nights. I've needed to work out, one more story. Trying to end, my often very sad's. Another one, of my, the most incredibly bad's! My heart, was shaking as I knelt on the ground. M..."></div> </div> </div>

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