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World of Hurt
The soldier won, at what value
Seek for old friends once in a bind
We bear rights, the fight won because of you
The ones most needed, you're sure to find
Harvests lost, wine spilled, a battle for brains not brawn
If one sees, through brave eyes,
A soldier fought, with weapons drawn
Tis’ not lost, other than your allies
It’s a cruel world
With friends that turn into our enemies
Where boys turn into men
History will tend to repeat itself again
In God We Trust, but not our friends
Bullet runs through his head
We put trust into those who might be our end
A spy of sorts who wanted him dead
Forever set, a precious moon is lost
The others, thought to have mourned him, with ceremony grand
Falling down from heaven, the devil breathes frost
With a sad melody from the mourning band
A man who put his trust in the rain
Watering the people he grows into diamonds
Waiting to see the rainbow during his pain
His story was cut short, put to an end.
Comments
Rosewood Apothecary
Fri, 2022-07-22 22:02
Welcome Joe
Welcome to the site. Let me be the first to tell you I enjoyed reading this. I’m gonna go have another look here in a minute. I really love the last two stanzas.
Forever set, a precious moon is lost
The others, thought to have mourned him, with ceremony grand
Falling down from heaven, the devil (breathes) his frost
With a sad melody from the mourning band
A man who put his trust in the rain
Watering the people (he grows) into diamonds
Waiting to see the rainbow during his pain
His story was cut short, put to an end.
Stuff in parentheses are my suggestions. Those are really great stanzas. They stand out in a stand out poem. Really great job.
Welcome and I look forward to reading more,
Tim
Joe Cercone
Sat, 2022-07-23 12:12
Thank You!
Hi Tim,
Thanks I really appreciate your input, and thank you for welcoming me into this community I can't wait to make more poems.
Joe