Confidentially, I'm Dying

Dear Babe

Confidentially, I'm tired

 

19 years old

Damn country

Fight for and die if need be

 

First Lieutenant died

Still as death

Small, helpless, and alone

 

Served, talked, smoked

Without faith

Three days later

Trembling

Blood spurting

Hospitalized

Morphine

Fatally

 

Forgive me

I love you

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741