A Soldier's Daughter

A Soldier's Daughter

A Poem by Greg Farina

After she pricked her finger on a thorn,

And in her words,

“I am miserable ‘cause I was born

To the earth, 

If only there were something more,

And more.”


She never explored the sweet grave,

She never met the happy dead

Like her father before her,

Who died as a soldier,

And was too rotten to be sad.

© 2017 Greg Farina

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This seemed a bit more dark, and full of loss. Short yet pungent. Good job, once again.

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Greg Farina

1 Year Ago

Thanks I really like darkness!

1 Year Ago

Sure thing. You are welcomed.

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Added on August 5, 2017
Last Updated on August 6, 2017
Tags: Death, Fear, Misery, Thorn