Battered and beaten, the soldier carried on,
Even as her sweaters stained red from her arms,
Bloody and torn, the soldier carried on,
Even though she knew she wouldn't last very long,
Tired and empty, the soldier carried on,
Even as she looked around and everyone was gone,
Alone and hopeless, the solider fell to her knees,
Even as she bled to death, somewhere she found peace.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoesiMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
