SamsaraA Poem by Jeremy BakerI’ve killed millions of pixels, destroyed worlds, armies and yet somehow always managed to survive.
No sounds, no stains to show where once stood a soul. No PTSD for me, no nightmares except THE ONE: that my connection might lag, drop out, or die. What is death? A blue screen, nothing more. I fear not death, nor pain, nor any enemy. For when my tour of duty is complete, I will have my medals. And I will turn off my computer and go home. © 2013 Jeremy BakerAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on March 12, 2013 Last Updated on March 13, 2013 AuthorJeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more.. |

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