Broken Soldier
A boy becomes a man
Ready to fight, ready to win
The bloody war rages on
He waited so long
He trained for years, determined to fight
His body built with muscles, his speed and strength untouchable
He is now ready
Ready to fight, ready to win
He reaches the battlefield
Excited, ecstatic
He runs, he soars, he flies
His spirit unwavering
His body as strong as a boulder
As light as a feather
Ready to fight, ready to win
The objective is a mile away
The gates, there is only one opening
His goal, his purpose lies there
The walls crumbling
A large gap as tall as a building, as wide as a lake
His chance to be a hero
Reaching it is his dream, his reason
Ready to fight, ready to win
His feet not stopping, he sees the gate
His boots hitting the lush soil as fast as he can
The sky becomes the sea, vivid and filled with color
The sun shining hard with light clouds surrounding it
Ready to fight, ready to win
He smiles, the gap looking larger and larger
Suddenly, he hears a deafening noise
He feels a sharp pain in his shoulder
He falls, he cries, the bullet piercing his skin
Bright red liquid seeping out of the wound
He grunts, he moans, he yelps, he screams
Ready to give up, he remembers the gate
His purpose comes nearer and nearer
He slowly gets up
Ready to fight, ready to win
He winces as he gets up
He takes a step
And then another
Quicker and quicker
He walks, he jogs, he runs, he sprints
Ready to fight, ready to win
He hears the deadly noise once more
As he falls once again
But determined, he gets up
His grit, his strength steady
He keeps running as the noise refuses to stop
But he refuses to slow down,
Ready to fight, ready to win
He keeps getting hit but he doesn’t stop
The gap is yards away
His goal right in front of him
He imagines being a hero, his dream, his passion, everything he worked for
Ready to fight, ready to win
He starts to slow down
The bullets don’t stop, they keep penetrating his body
His boots start walking on the barren soil
He keeps getting shot,
His body is covered in blood
As he falls to his knees right in front of the gate
The gap right there
He tries to move but he can’t
His body seized by the pain
He looks up to see gray clouds as heavy water droplets fall onto his face
His vision fades as his body falls on the piles
He fought but he couldn’t win
A broken soldier, that is what he is.
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