A Soldier's Remorse Poem by Scott Bean

A Soldier's Remorse



The blood stains his hands
His buddy's last breath in the sands
Laying beside him his girl's name he cried
A gurgle a sigh his buddy died
The bullets flew from the hut up ahead
He moved like a flash if he stopped he'd be dead
His mind raced were there two maybe three
With revenge in his eyes no way he would flee
BOOM the door crashed down
He entered the room wearing death like a crown
His rifle was keen and his aim was true
Nothing could stop him he cut down the two
A noise from behind the flash of a knife
The third attempted to take his life
He moved away just in time
With just one cut the size of a dime
He caught the sleeve of the enemy's hand
He thought it was his final stand
He took him down with a twist and a turn
The enemy's knife for his hand did yearn
The knife was strong its blade was fine
He thought to himself this weapon is mine
The knife from his enemy's grip did part
He took it and plunged it deep in the man's heart
He remembers the day that his good buddy died
He remembers so well cause he laid there and cried

Thursday, April 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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