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Yes they brought me home Torn in body and mind Claimed I was a hero On the day I should have died They carried me on a stretcher So they could pin a medal on my chest But was it really a tribute To a man now close to death My body now a shattered wreck But a mind still so sharp and clear I can hear their whispers Resonating in my ears This was the girl I married The one who said that she was mine She's still with me but with another Living in a world of lies Why? It wasn't my fault That the I.E.D went up And turned my fragile body Into a mess of ****** pulp So I can no long perform Can no longer be a man But was that a good enough reason For you to find another man You think that I don't know the truth Shed silent tears in the dark of night I lost my body but not my mind On the day I should have died What worth the marriage vows When things don't go your way What now the worthless words She spoke to me that day I left here as a man Kissed my wife and said goodbye Got blown up and shattered on a foreign field I lived but wish now that I had died
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
Afganistan, The Bitter Truth
Yes they brought me home Torn in body and mind Claimed I was a hero On the day I should have died They carried me on a stretcher So they could pin a medal on my chest But was it really a tribute To a man now close to death My body now a shattered wreck But a mind still so sharp and clear I can hear their whispers Resonating in my ears This was the girl I married The one who said that she was mine She's still with me but with another Living in a world of lies Why? It wasn't my fault That the I.E.D went up And turned my fragile body Into a mess of ****** pulp So I can no long perform Can no longer be a man But was that a good enough reason For you to find another man You think that I don't know the truth Shed silent tears in the dark of night I lost my body but not my mind On the day I should have died What worth the marriage vows When things don't go your way What now the worthless words She spoke to me that day I left here as a man Kissed my wife and said goodbye Got blown up and shattered on a foreign field I lived but wish now that I had died
This is all to often the bitter truth. I have never been to Afghanistan but in my 24 years of service I saw this so many times
joe-cole
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
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