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solidarity
by Travis G Finborgthere is never anybody
its a cold empty
a silent bed
with my tousled sheets
the sweat chilled
evaporates like my solidarity
i stare at a white ceiling
blank flat revolving
it stokes
dissolved, im removed
a society bustles about
i return to the bottom
scramble for the truth
there is none
alone i was born
alone i die 09/23/2007 Posted on 09/23/2007
Copyright © 2026 Travis G Finborg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/23/07 at 07:17 AM One of my best friends in the military was EOD. In the beginning he had these nightmares, and during the day nightmarish images, about his work. This poem of yours makes me think about old Barry (72-75) as I know he went on to make this his life's work as a civy. Great write and thanks for bringing back a memory of a friend through this haunting introspective. |
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