Sonnet 2 (200 Sonnet's Of The Soldier) - Poem by Leom Kolmnela
When the time comes to follow your pathway,
people have become beasts and the beasts, filet.
I sense that the pleasant times are gone,
as the bitterness afflicts the shrinking soul.
With your sweet childhood memories withdrawn,
hungry you are to be somebody and reach your goal.
But what more in this life would you want to be?
Behind every child, a man is bound.
A heart hidden within an insidious soul full of envy;
a lost time that would never again come around.
Somebody pretends not to feel any pain.
Someone searches for new paths with fervor.
One thinks and believes the same.
Another, the world wants to conquer.
But no one ever born glittering with sweetness,
escaped from this world tasting no bitterness.
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