The Forgotten Soldier

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Blue lips

chapped and broken

Chatter in the cold

The skin of

A ghastly pallor

lying alone

On the ground

Blood Pooling round

Each breath labored

A painstaking task

Unable to move

Unable to speak

The pain too overwhelming

The strain too much 

So lie alone

Minutes or hours

pass in agony

Getting weaker

And succumbing to

The deep dark slumber

That pulls so

Lids struggle

To stay open

Give in

And the eyes

Finally flutter closed

with one last

shuddering sigh

you die

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