Joe Nemeth


Omega - Poem by Joe Nemeth

Solitary, the determined man marches across the earth, this land of scorched hearth,
In the war he proved his worth, been a soldier at heart ever since his birth.

Couple dozen years have passed, since he lost his friend, it all happened too fast,
But that’s in the past, he’d say his resolve is steeled but it’s just glassed.

Ready to shatter, composure equivalent to something of brittle matter,
His teeth chatter, the hardships of such a life never flatter.

Blame it on the cold, but that’s just a lie to hide a story, still unfortunately untold,
Not quite so very bold, ‘cause there’s a feeling he has, that his soul has been sold.

Alone for quite awhile, but everywhere looks or goes, the bodies continue to pile,
Single file, solitary life pushes you forward, it’s a one-way turnstile.

Gone on too long, now he’s wavering as he tries to stay strong,
Heartbeats gong, supplies the beat to this sorrowful song.

Brutal branding and a hard landing, this type of life is sadistically demanding,
He’s having a hard time understanding, who buries the last man standing.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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