Fading

Fading

A Poem by Conrad Wrobel
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War sucks, bring our boys home fast.

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He Stands up straight,

Face covered in sweet.

He tries to compete,

He’s doing his best.

He can’t hold on,

Its happening too fast.

The world blurs in his eyes,

He’s bleeding from the chest.

 

What’ll happen to his baby at home?

What’ll his wife be like, all alone.

And there he is stuck Three-Thousand miles from home,

About to collapse into a pile of bones.

 

Is there anything left,

For him to hold onto.

He wants to fight,

For the sake of his own soul.

There’s no turning back,

For this soldier in Iraq.

The world is blurred,

Everything turns to black….

© 2008 Conrad Wrobel


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A poem of courage and strength...but the cause? I agree, bring our troops home. It's been way to long. Your poem faces the harsh, needless reality. Thank you for this show of tender emotion. Very well written!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Conrad Wrobel
Conrad Wrobel

Eastsound, WA



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It's lonely in my mind...may I step into yours for a second? I write comedy, scripts, and poetry. I dream of being a successful stand up comedian, and will eventually have something of that nature po.. more..

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