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Everyone’s writing a fricken poem, I’ll join in. 5 minute poem rocks.

The sun rises,
the sea air is crisp,
mosquitoes are biting,
people are sleeping.

But one rises,
he cannot sleep.
cannot sleep.

Memories haunt him,
of laughter
of love
of pain.

Wounds are healing
life is mending
but still,
scars remain.

Time will tell
whether scars disappear
some say yes
some say no

Life continues
despite time stopping for this one time
never again
never again.