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A Soldiers Tale

In the early evenings twilight
Dark shadows float along the sand
Masking the tracks that drag on
Behind the lonely man

He walks with his head hung low
Shoulders slouched in defeat
Something can be heard
Just above the wind

The words start low and soft
Choked with rasping sobs
Soon the voice changes
Filled with the edge of anger
The man looks to the stars
And screams

In a chilling voice of mourning
Why did they go?
Why am I still here?
Who am I to live,
While they lay there cold
What have I done
To deserve this hell?
Why am I alive?

The tears roll freely now
As he walks on
The uniform he wears is tattered
Showing the stains of war
He carries a riffle
Dragging it behind him

He starts to sob more
As he whispers to himself
Can you please forgive me
For the things that I’ve done
Can you please help me
Forget the things I’ve seen
The battle was a bloody one
I can still hear the screams
If only I was better
They’d all be here now

His tale is one of violence
His memories are thrashed by war
The blood on his cloths is not his
But belongs to those he loved
For they were a family
Closer than any on earth
And the pain he feels is theirs to share
But he is alone

Slowly the day it was
Goes through his mind again
The convoy moving forward
Patrolling the city streets
The rocket flying past
The hell it started flaming forward
The bullets from all sides
Like a typhoon they came

His whole platoon
On the ground looking
They searched for anything
Anything to shoot
Soon the blood was rising
Throwing a fine mist into the air
They shot out wildly
And the end seemed closer by the second
Until a scream from next to him
The wound had torn his brothers arm
Torn it from his shoulder
The next round took him high in the chest
Throwing him to the ground

The blood splatters out
And soaks into the earth
For the earth is greedy
Ask any soldier

The battle continued
The man is in shock,
He stares at the body in front of him
Then his stomach revolts
He vomits for eternity
And when he is finally done
He slips into a vast darkness
His head on his friends chest

When light returns to him
Everything is quiet
The silence is deafening to him
As he stares at the carnage
Bodies twisted and broken
Lay in every path of sight
Both from his own
And those they tried to fight

Only one man is moving
An enemy out there
He slowly aims his rifle
The dust making aiming hard
The figure is in his sights now
Slowly squeeze the trigger
The hammer falls
The silence is torn
The bullet finds a home
Buried in flesh and bone
He moves closer to confirm
The life he took away

When he sees what he’s done,
The scream rips from him
The sound is one of angels weeping
Tearing through the sky
The life he took is there

A small boy
Just a young boy
The man runs
He runs faster than ever
Trying to out distance the sight
The sound
The stench
Of what he’d done

He runs into the desert sands
He runs until he cant move
And then the tears begin
He wonders what his family would think
The one back home
As well as the one that’s dead
He wonders how he can go on with life
He falls to his knees in grief

The sidearm clears his holster
He doesn’t even know
The safety is off with a click
He has a glimmering thought
The barrel to his head
Slowly squeeze the trigger
The gunshot echoes through the night
Followed by a wretched scream
He shoots the air again

Coward
He yells at himself
Weakling
He screams in sadness
Just do it
It should have already been done

For days he walks through his hell
Forward
Always forward
The scene drifting by
His soul reaching for salvation
His heart shattered with his dreams
And he whispers
Can you please forgive me
For the things that I’ve done
can you please
Forgive me

Jerry Norton
2006


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2009-08-15 [~Crimson Angel~]: Oh how sad, good but sad.

2009-09-10 [Ramirez]: Indeed that is a great poem. Very wonderful, very vivid and meaningful. Very sad.

2009-11-06 [Alexi Ice]: The blood splatters out
And soaks into the earth
For the earth is greedy
Ask any soldier

This is the best part. It needs more fluid transition, some of the breaks are too long, but other than that it's an amazingly real poem. The metaphors are simply divine. And it tears at your heartstrings, indeed.

2009-11-06 [Ninja Smurf]: my overall goal is to have a book, going from poem to shrt story and such, but all based on this centra theme.... think it'll work?

2009-11-06 [Mortified Penguin]: You know, Nike could sue you for that 'Just do it' you have in there... Also, it needs more rhyming. Without rhymes, it's merely a long, vertical story. It also needs some grammatical changes and some work on the verb tenses in a place or two...

I feel it could have been a little more emotional too, you know? The main character seems a little two-dimensional and occasionally comes off as being a bit selfish. I give it a 5 out of 10. Keep trying. Maybe add a sex scene next time to spice things up.

2009-11-06 [Ninja Smurf]: sorry mort... but I keep the sex scenes for our prive messages. lol thank for reading it though

2009-11-06 [Alexi Ice]: Mort - No, sex scene would ruin it. The rest you said is spot on about the grammar though. Just needs tweeking.

The story thing is good ONLY if you break the poem up. Like take on section of the poem to represent each chapter, but together it would be too long. Do you know what I mean?

2009-11-06 [Ninja Smurf]: acually this poem would be somewhere in the middle of the book.

2009-11-06 [Alexi Ice]: That might work. In what contex?

2009-11-06 [Mortified Penguin]: No it wouldn't! I can see it now:

The soldier then, gun in hand,
fell down beside his fellow man.
Once a valiant friend, the man was gone
Tired and alone though, the soldier went on.
He pushed forward into the setting sun
The past behind him, what was done was done.
Then the soldier came across a chick
He became aroused and whipped out his d-

Well... you get the idea... *eats ramen*...

2009-11-06 [Ninja Smurf]: okfirst, te book is focused on themans life before during and after his trip to war... the poem would b in the during/afer area... more of a dream then a reaity.

2009-11-06 [Alexi Ice]: Sounds good, drunkie. But it's a VAST genre' so your book is going to need something to make it a little....differnt, or something. You know? Make it stand out of the croud.

2009-11-06 [Ninja Smurf]: second, no sex mort. sorry, wrong theme.


thrd: wy too drunk to stay focused right now

2009-11-06 [Alexi Ice]: KK <3 Shall talk more tommmoroorww? *Laughs*

2009-11-06 [Ninja Smurf]: it shall stand out because it wll be based in reality... I was actualy there, andsaw thethings that I will be and hve written about. plus, it's not so much to get pulbished as it is for my own enjoyment.

2009-11-06 [Mortified Penguin]: You know what would make a good story... the tale of Bob's Diner, I tell you whut... *chews straw*...

2009-11-06 [Ninja Smurf]: Bob's Diner is over runwih scummy people like you and me though... where as this is a respectable place here we're not aloud.

2009-11-06 [Alexi Ice]: Then that would make a wonderful book, definatly!!

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