The Soldier (Deep Sad World) Poem by Katerina Val

From a deep sad world
it appeared to be that cursed people were born alone
from a deep sad sphere
when there was no oxygen in the hypotonic atmosphere
came a deep sad boy
he took a puff from the cigarette
and as the yellow dreams diluted in the smoke
he cracked a bitter smile
'Here, either you live or die'

They cut his brother's throat
in this deep sad world
and snakes as they bite their cleaned sour necks
'they sentenced me to a life through hell'

Too sad for me I won't make it till there
till that boiling place where dead people only dare
to feel thirsty
only try
to feel the pain
so that they can finally feel
but never care
never cruel enough to cry
dead, as they are, torture should be more sweet
to them from me

So if you send me up to heaven, god
do not forget, I beg you, to send me back down
in this cold place I was born
I need to know
that when I arrive there to be 'safe' and warm
down to hell, to my desperate arms, they will finally belong

and as I fall, they shall fall

Full of the thirst of revenge
continuously neurotic
in the need of finding them
and replacing their throats with my guilt
with the guilt that I did not save you brother
with the guilt that I was standing there
and you were dying in front of me, of my despair
I won't rip them out
I can't just cut their throats
for suffering is far more better for what we cannot control
In hell, I promise bro
I will meet them there.