The Soldier’s Final Thought
The sounds of the war are all I can hear,
In myself I can feel years worth of fear.
All of the fear is compressed to a few,
Minutes of pain and suffering... but it’s
nothing new.
I fought before this time and I fought hard,
And each time I came back evading the graveyard.
But this time I won’t I know it’s not to
be,
Laying wounded on the field with no one to
pray for me.
I have no idea how it will all end,
I can only hope that there’s light around
the bend.
And perhaps in that light I can find a new
birth,
And something beyond will send me back to
this earth.
But do we want to come back to this place
of endless war,
Do we want to take our lives.......
And die...
Like...
Before?
This poem is copyright © to Mike Davidson
1997