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Death of a Soldier

I laid there covered in warm blood of friends.
Surgeons surrounded me, trying their best.
I knew inside I would soon meet my end,
Because of the bullet lodged in my chest.
I think of my mom when she hears the news,
Crying in pillows and gasping for air.
Those feelings will be much more than the blues,
As she screams repeatedly, "It's not fair!"
A surgeon leans down as I approach death,
And questions me saying, "What's your name, son?"
I smile, and respond with my last breath,
"I'll remain anonymous. It's been fun."
Thus I succumbed to that random, stray shot,
As I laid smiling upon that wool cot.

I wanted to write something a bit more serious, which is of course much different than my other poems thus far. I hope you guys like it.