Just got back from fighting a war <br />There was no meaning for it <br />When we came back i was too sore <br />I didn't think that i couldn't write this, i wasn't fit <br />But i couldn't sleep until i did <br />So i wrote and at the end of it i put this <br />P.S. I Love You <br /> <br />I'm in the hospitial <br />I've been shot <br />For i am fine <br />No worries i'm not going to rot <br />The doctor told me to rest <br />Told me to go to sleep <br />I tryed but i couldn't <br />Not with out writing this <br />So i wrote it and at the end i put this <br />P.S. I Love You <br /> <br />I've been released but now i'm lost in the woods <br />Trees all around me <br />Darkness falls thick in front of me <br />It a light eater <br />And a good one in deed <br />I wasn't scared <br />Because i wrote this and at the end i put this <br />P.S. I Love You <br /> <br />My head is in the ground <br />My life is done <br />But feel scared <br />Until i thought out loud <br />I love you <br />So after i died i wrote this and at the end i put this <br />P.S. I Love You<br /><br />Ardimus Caldwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-end-o-f-my-letter/
