The Soldier

By 13th October 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

I was a soldier, a young boy no less,
that was led into battle, all blooded, a mess
I feared for my safety, my life I could lose,
without even saying……..”for this I don’t choose”

I came back alive, all battered and torn,
my head all disheveled……” for this I was born?”

My limbs are now aching, my skin it has aged
but inside my heart, my life is encaged

My dreams they are tainted with images of war,
I pull back the blanket and stare at the sore

The bullet pierced me quickly,the pain did not fade,
for I was not created but for war I was made.

I left when I was twenty, to help my fellow man
but came back all empty,
like a discarded tin can.

Alexandria Campbell-McFadden

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