Save The Soldier Poem by chris schwartz

I swear to God,
I've been conned by the best
And the footprints
They have let on my soul
Could have weakened
Even the strongest
Of soldiers
Going to battle
In any war.
Maybe it's my doubt
From others
That's led me to question.
Maybe it's the reality
That all men are
The same.
I search for wisdom
Within the reality
That's causing me pain.
And, I don't want
To exist long enough
To find the answer.
I would have been happy
Not knowing,
But then,
We don't get to choose
Our path in life's journey.
Looking through
The kaleidoscope
Of wonder
Throughout my life,
I envisioned
Only you.
The landscape has
Caused me to question myself
And I am tired of seeking
Answers
To who I am.
The saving grace
Is, that we all fall
To the mercy
Of the unknown.
We all have passion
Until we tire of it,
And then,
And only then,
Is death welcomed
And merciful
In its presence.