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The spoken words of dying soldier
by: me

Why must life end this way?
In a puddle of cold, wet, blood.
There is too much pain and suffer;
from the wound in my side.

From the wound in my heart.
For my family;
for this war to end;
for freedom.

I must lay here to die.
Die thinking of how I will never see my family again.
It's like putting salt on an open wound,
And how then pain never stops.

It's like in a dream,
you see a path.
You begin to walk,
but there is no end.

It leaves you with no energy.
No way back.
You are trapped in your own little world.
Until your angel comes.

You begin to a land where everyone is free
you can come and go;
As much as you want.
Then you see your family.

You see them one last time.
It seems as if you've been away so longthat,
you have forgotten what they look like,
or how they smell.

Then it all disappears from the sound of a bomb.
You are back from your own little world.
To where it is now,
but then you're gone.

cry