The tiny soldier

Tue, 02/26/2019 - 23:49 -- Tya_N

Scream and angers came into my life

Run as fast as you can to survive

Blurred vision and smoke in the sky

There is nothing I can do but cry

 

The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece

All the memories gone in a blank space

When my family will come to me and see Rest In Peace

I would not let them with disgrace

 

“Dale, straight line , they are approaching”

Keep a hushed tone while crawling

Trenches are falling and no more safe

henceforth I have no longer faith

 

Not a feeling, no more pain

Like a flower laying on the rain

Blood dropping without time spend

I will only see darkness before it ends

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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