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.”


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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.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Greg Farina

3 Months Ago

Thanks I really like darkness!
Maria

3 Months 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