He walks out the door
Trying to be bold
Hoping to one day
be seen
As a hero
His family inhales
Holding their breath
Thou shall not kill
But he has to defend
For he does not want to meet
His own untimely end
The grief can be seen underneathe
The pride
But he has to support
For a Man that's life
For his country will be fair
And give money to his loved ones
They will all get their share
The journey is long
His location unknown
As he waits
And waits
For letters from home
The comfort he receives
Are only words
That always seem to
leave tear streaks
He meets men
That become his brothers
They all take care
of one another
He is physically trained
But emotionally drained
He is told to not hesitate
To take a life
If they are a danger
Do not blink twice
He has to run and hide
Be quicker than
the other side
Pull the gun out
if you may
Pull the trigger
But they will always stay
Survival mode is on
But when he gets home
He can not turn it off
Paranoia and Instincts
That's all he's got
Come back to me Brave soldier
For I have forgot
What you were like
Before the Bomb Dropped
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My Dark Poems
PoetryJust some poems hope you can relate to them. Please comment and vote it means a lot thanks :)