Soldier Poem by Joshua Hillard

I wake up,
And raise my weary head,
On the land of the lost,
My body is feeling dead,

Acted upon defeat,
My arms and legs are bruised,
This life has been battered,
Just baffled and confused,

On an empty road,
Just no one in sight,
Holding my chin up strong,
Sitting in the sun so bright,

Clamped to the ground,
The beating of my heart,
The tears that have fallen,
When is it my time to start?

Deprived from the truth,
Sucked in like a black hole,
Hands clenched in fury,
My eyes are as black as coal,

Raged from the inconsistence,
Of the future I have in store,
I walk down a dusty road,
With no windows, locks, or doors,

I’m a struggling soldier,
Born from the battlefield of hate,
Time ticks with every second,
And every second, I continue to wait,

Feared as an outlaw,
These are my reasons,
Everyday it’s constantly changing,
My life has changed into seasons,

Arms getting heavy,
Legs are getting weak,
My mind is beginning to fade,
As I feel the breeze upon my cheek,


As a soldier I stand,
As a warrior I fall,
As a champion I succeed,
But as a winner, I do it all,

My sword is held high,
My cries are fiercer,
But life is a gladiator,
And its blade is starting to pierce,

I have fallen,
I cannot get up,
I have been defeated,
But I still stray tough…