my two soldiers

this is not from experience. i just decided to write last night and this is what i came up with.

Snowy flakes falling all around

i listen closely: not one sound

not a loved one nor dear one close or far

i was shunned away feathered and tarred

yet this one white night brings back slight joy

of sunshine and smiles and lovely stories

back when i was warm and cozy by a fire

in a little house equipped with silk attire

yes nights like these i'll let slip a small grin;

a little smile and i'll think back when

when all was well with spouse and child

my life was great sweet and mild

a little flake lands on my cheek

this one not from the sky i see

my eyes burn from the cold so much

the tears they stain my hands as i clutch

my only dear memory that i now have

a small picture of my dear ones in halve

two little soldiers i always called the two

he left me so soon there was nothing i could do

i gather up strength and go back to the grave

the one that holds my two soldiers so brave

i'll never forget that one fiery night

when i looked in his eyes i saw such a fright

post war depression the doctor had said

the vivid memories came to life right inside of his head

he didn't know what he was thinking back then

when he thought our child an enemy within

not long right after i hold my child

blood on my hands my heart pounding so wild

i looked straight into his eyes right then

and there he realized that he sinned

i then watched my loved one so close 

hold the gun right there above his nose

he whispered little words i barely knew

and then his life: away he blew

i am now on the ground next to the grave

where my two soldiers here lay

the snow now burns against my once glowing skin

i know now i am about to sin

one last bullet from his gun

i lift it to my head for my son

i breathe in deep ready for the pain to end

i exhale so slowly my blood now thin

lights shine on me from over a hill

a black shadowed man screaming so shrill

i jump up so quick and ignore the chill

the man comes to halt everything is still

he calls to me my name from his mouth

he beckons me back to the warmth of his house

i follow far behind glancing back at my soldiers shrine

i sit still at his house as if bound with twine

there i tell my lonely story

and in his eyes i see such worry

he holds me close and whispers to me

that he had been there now lost at sea

together we survive a day at a time

i visit my soldiers at enemies line

the hurt is still there

my wounds still bare

but i am now not alone

yes, with him i am finally at home

Reviews

[GTVile]

Wow. Well, unfortunately I know all too well about these types of circumstances. I recently had a former Soldier take his life after he left our post. He was a good friend that I played the guitar with. This whole piece speaks volumes to those who know where you're coming from.

[Seshat Nidaba]

This was very mild to my ear, very romantic, quite touching.