• lohita_7 6w

    His mouth twitches;
    The pressure inside builds;
    His eyes represent a misty day.
    The thought of his little girl,
    Brings a twinge in his heart
    And the one he calls “love”,
    How can she be left alone?
    The gun at his chest,
    His fragile heart exposed,
    He will have to let go;
    He has to hold these tears back,
    For he had fought his fight
    And has brought his country,
    One step closer to victory.
    ©lohita_7