A SOLDIER STORY
The tears of his wife speaks of an uncertain future.
The happily ever after plan is on the line,
she hopes his scent doesn't fade in time.
His face marked with tattoos for war,
his hands carrying man's disfavor,
which he hopes make him a survivor.
Every soldiers eye is washed with blood,
the dust of the floor knew no peace.
A place Where the tears rolling down your Chin losses it worth,
a time when your sleep is bought,
and human instinct lost.
He tried his best,
he couldn't make it out with the rest.
His wife got to know the soils of war made an offer for his soul,
she has to live with the pains of letting him go.
A lot of soldiers footsteps were erased in the sand of time,
a memorial is given to show concern,
but a scar is left never to leave again.
The words I speak, I speak not of myself
But the pain of my thoughts itself.