Ok so, this is really scary for me. I've never posted any of my poems ever, so...please be lenient.
A Soldier
A slow death, this parting
always on the cards, an
inevitability.
A curse, this frailty
of spirit, not of
character, which you so
richly possess.
O sweet love you encompass
a tenderness of soul I know
nothing about.
You stand, formidable,
as a soldier in lieu of
Gunfire
Fierce and frenetic
in approach
But you are steadfast and
firm in nature, compatible
in danger with courage.
Overpowering
As a light is in shadow
A guardian of heroes
Resplendent in sacrificial shadow
You fall, I fall
You perish, I perish deeper
bound together in frailty
But I am in fear
for I am the weakest in
this chain, and you
A lion.
Fly away sweet soldier,
climb the mountain’s highest peak and
make a boundary between we two birds.
I cannot climb, but must
falter.
Away, away, and I will
fly to thee
A summer wren, to you
my winter robin.
At the end of my tether,
I come, I am come.
** You'll notice I stole a line from John Keat's "Ode to a Nightingale" I will eventually change it, but I thought it fit in well and will always give credit where inspiration hits. Hope you like it!!!
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