The Lonely Soldier

Sad Poems

He roams the war torn country

with his gun in his hand,

shots ring out and

he finds somewhere to take cover.

His comrades are elsewhere

fighting off snipers

upon rooftops of nearby buildings.

The shooting has stopped,

the war has taken

its toll on the lonely soldier.

He sits upon a rock

and sets his helmet

on the ground beside him.

He holds his head

in his hands and cries,

his heart longs to go home.

Home away from all the death

that has surrounded him.

Copyright Cynthia Jones


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