Fading

War sucks, bring our boys home fast.

 

 

 

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….

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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!