My Weary Soldiers

a battle that was lost before it began

                            

So this is what it feels like

When hope dies

The story we put so much belief into

Was just a lie.

 

Broken and bleeding,

We stand

And march away slowly

To the dull hum of the band.

 

We committed our lives

We carried on with might

But we found ourselves

In a hopeless plight.

 

We’ve lost many a soldier

Along the way

But maybe they had a better idea

Then the ones who stayed.

 

The general is tired

The corporal is dead

And the cause we were fighting for

Has fled our weary heads.

 

Be cautious

What you do battle with, my friend.

I do not wish you to share

Our treacherous end.

Author's Note

I would really like to hear your thoughts on this.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Rarely do I say "Wow", and I do not think I have ever used it twice in a row, let alone with the same writer, on the same day. This is amazing. It is dark, and painful, yet somehow I do not feel defeat in it. I have felt this way. So glad to have found your work.

[Captivating Ink]

Your reviews continue to inspire me. You just get the point of everything I have published on here--right down to the bare bone. When I wrote this, which I must admit, was a hour perhaps ago, I was feeling quite defeated about an event that had come to a close in my life. However, as I was piecing the poem together, a trickle of information helped rise my spirits just a tad bit. That was then conveyed into the poem. I hope my poems continue to speak to you in the language that you can decipher so easily. Thank you a hundred times over for sharing your thoughts on it :)

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I will read more very soon! :)