He wants to move but cannot get up
He knows that his time is nearly up
He thinks of her and apologizes for giving up
He is lying there, still as a stone, clutching a picture to his heart as the sun rises up.
- By me
It's depressing to write these.
K.B
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[War Poems]
Poetry"A True Soldier Fights Not Because He Hates What Is In Front Of Him But Because He Loves What Is Behind Him." _by 14KateBeckett_
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