A SOLDIER
A man born from flesh and blood
Ordered to **** with no regret
As the giant cannon ***** fly, screams of terror hollow in the distance trenches
In the blistering heat
He trudges through the valley of lost souls
Looking at death straight in the eye
Knowing deep inside there is no surrender
Adreline begins to pump through his veins with great heist
The sharp splintered ammunition waiting to feed the hungry giant spring gadgets
Waiting to rip flesh from bone
Behind the trigger he lays analysing the ****** field before him
He sees the paralysesd faces of small children, running towards him arms open wide
His thinks what can I do
He closes his tired eyes for a second, he runs screaming get down
Nothing happens, blood starts to flow from his jagged wound
He cries out for help lying in empty hole, as vultures fill the clouded sky
He knows now his on his own
As darkness prevails vanquishing the perfect light
He lays his head down to sleep.
Droplits of blood soak through morning mist
the smell of burnt flesh fills the air
He awakes from his deathly sleep to fight another day
LARRY A STUART 09