Welcome Faces

A poem about how real being a solider is, and how it can mentally challenge these real people.

This time it’s not the same, next time it won’t be the same.

Fighting for my life always gets more and more stressful.

I’m not just fighting for myself though. I’m fighting for the world that will one day know my name.

The family back home will love me more than ever, I’ll feel so restful.

 

The tears I’ve had, the things I’ve seen, and the people who died.

My side or their side, it’s always the same with innocent souls gone forever.

It’s only gotten worse though. The thoughts I’ve had, I realize I lied.

There is no victory, there is no celebration. You want freedom? You’ll get it never.

 

If the world around me collapses, although I would have no hope, I’d be glad.

When I die, I will be sad, not for me but for my family and friends.

If the seven seas rise that’s God’s way of saying he’s mad.

When I got into this position, they said no loose ends.

 

I need to calm down before something crazy goes on.

I need to focus and be quick, like I’m tying up my shoelaces.

I can’t handle the pressure of being a solider, that’s it I’m quitting at dawn.

I get up just to see my squad members with me, finally some welcome faces.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

This is really good, I really enjoyed this write.
Awesome

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorow..]

You start out beautifully. Your poem is definitely valuable, worth reading. Good luck!