War

The sky is dark,
Thunder rumbles,
A black coffin,
Open wide,
A young boy,
Sleeps inside,
He is only 18,
And scared,
A slash mark,
On his pale cheek,
Blue eyes are shut,
In eternal rest,
A diamond ring,
Glistens on his love’s left finger,
Tears stream down her cheeks,
All of their dreams,
Lie there in the coffin,
Dead,
And gone,
His mother holds his loves hand,
She places a flower on his folded hands,
The boy she raised,
Held,
Healed,
Protected,
Loved,
Carried,
Has faded from her,
Those blue eyes will never open,
Never smile again,
The boy’s father,
Stares at his son’s face,
A single tear falls from his cheek,
But he is proud,
To be the father of a strong,
Brave young man,
Who died,
Died to protect his love,
His family,
Their freedom,
For his little brother,
Who cries,
By his big brother’s side,
The man who taught him to hold a gun,
Throw a ball,
Treat a girl,
Has gone from him,
But he salutes his brother’s body,
And stands tall,
Those blue eyes will never open,
But only in heaven,
Where he can watch over his loved ones,
The ones he left behind.

Comments

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

terrific poem
this poem gives viewers to vividly understand the meaning behind this piece
we must be grateful to the brave men and women who fight for our freedom
great job and keep writing

A Knight Known As Ashley

This has me relating it to all the solders sacrifcie and the true danger they face this is beautifully written!

Miszunderstud

very touching.

ida352

nice ending

 

ida352

nice ending

 

2014shoang

Beautifully written. 

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