Words Left Unsaid | Poetry

Soldier

Dear hands of a soldier,
his hand holding a gun ready to pull the trigger.
And the target had ran away.
frustrated, but he chose to stay.
He waited as another one came by,
but he realized it was behind him,
so he shot it right away.

I stood there frozen, my body covered with blood.
He realized what he did, looking at my heart with the sound of 'thud'.
I was just trying to save him.
and now I was just a dying dream.
I fell on my knees, feeling the stinging pain.
His tears fell down endlessly, like river flow and rain.

I wanted to think that this isn't happening,
but for a second thought, I'm here in his arms dying.
For he was a soldier, in this cold, cold war.
And I turned to be his something,
his something called a 'scar'.