All he ever wanted was
the glory.
Of marching with his friends
and winning.
That is what he thought would happen.
They placed him in the army
he was proud
his heart beat loud
in Anticipation.
The trenches were falling around his head
the gunshots in his ears
he quivered through the days and nights:
This was not adventure.
He, who only ever wanted glory,
and recognition,
and to win,
Was shot in the war and placed under a cross
that said:
“Unknown Soldier.”
And for the rest of eternity –
That was who he was.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
