by Paul William Lomax | Aug 14, 2008 | Poetry
As you pass me in the street, its not the timing of your feet, I see from you stance you dont feel threatened, perhaps my past would well be beckoned, For once an enemy there stood, His face once covered, Like yours with a hood, But words he did not unleash at me, It...
by Paul William Lomax | Aug 12, 2008 | Poetry
I still wear my boots, The suede outer worn with sand and sun, The soles worn,fabric stained sides, The miles they have covered, The sites they have witnessed, My boots provided me comfort, My boots are my own, My boots are still my contact,with my past, My boots now...
by Paul William Lomax | Aug 12, 2008 | Poetry
My life never flashed before me, Childhood,family were absent, As the explosion subsided,the smoke cleared, No thoughts of good times,happiness… My head numb,my body throbbing, The smell of cordite hanging in the air, I try to stand and fall…. My mind...
by Paul William Lomax | Aug 7, 2008 | Poetry
I went not knowing, came back fully understanding. Apprehension became anxiety, Willingness became why? Guilt became second nature, Hurting becomes natural, Crying eases pain, Numbness eats the mind, Where is the man that went off to war? For he has returned...
by Paul William Lomax | Aug 7, 2008 | Poetry
Standing reading the name he wept, Memorised was his friend’s face, His voice now long gone, A name rank and number carved in stone, Wife,child….., He knew them now, as had been his friends last wish, But could not tell them how, Or put into words those last few...
