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At fifteen, I can say that I've explored the world of poetry and found the magic that lies beneath every word. It has become my savior whenever I find myself slipping into the realm of being depressed.

This war has troubled me and it has taken the lives of so many good men and women. I want to thank them and pray that all those overseas return safely.

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Not Time To Worry

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Published: December 2008

It's not time to worry yet;
not even as screams loom above ash.
It's not time to worry,
not even as bullets splinter glass.

It's not time to worry yet;
though we barely make it by.
It isn't time to worry
because it isn't time to die.

You don't have to worry
because you don't have to fight.
Today it is our battle,
we haven't gotten to the night.

It seems its always day here
because the fighting never stops.
We never go to sleep here,
we're afraid to call the shots.

It isn't time to worry yet;
that's what dad said as he left.
It isn't time to worry
but he hasn't come back.

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  • Aila Agner by Aila Agner
  • 6 months ago

Such a pretty poem, darling. It touched my soul.

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