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The soldier

My dear,
warm flame
Burning for
a cause unwinded

Fighting for
a goal so empty
Lost for eternity,
far away my dear.

You claim you're prepared
to fight.
But yet
your head bends
upon your grave task

Your fingers
shaking
as if they know
they are soon to be killed with

Killed with
for vengeance and glory.

Have you forgot
the sweet language
spoken by
touching of hands and lips?
Now lost in translation
You're gone

I cannot
lead your steps
through the mist.

You chose your gun
I can no longer
save you
from yourself.




Poetry by -embla-
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Written on 2006-11-17 at 00:09

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Zachary P. B.
what a chilling tale you sew. excellent.
z
2006-11-19


keith nunes
haunting piece of poetry!
2006-11-17