I hope this poem doesn’t make anyone think of me as this guy he is a fictional character I made-up. I don’t hate any armymen either. I’m just a strange guy with an active and some over the top imagination. This is a poem about a soldier who goes to war to find out his type of girl is a dead girl, which I do not approve of, but it is funny.

Intentionally an amusing self whipping slightly exaggerated self analytical poem I wrote about insecurity in friendships/relationships particularly on line and how sometimes being alone with our own thoughts is not so good when self analysing hoping people can relate or else im just an alone and embarrassed stalker EEK!!!

Emotional/Spiritual Terrorism.

Dreams.

Mental block.

A whisper in your dreams.

“Life’s tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late”- Benjamin Franklin.

Script.

Confessions.

Chrishtanity.