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Posted by Tricia Lea Smith on April 27, 19101 at 22:38:57:
In Reply to: Submit your poetry for publication posted by The Fit Medium on February 07, 19100 at 15:54:48:
Guns are raging and lights are flashing, in the night strong swords are clashing. In came men who thought they were brave, but now they know who they could not save. Bodies lying all around, evil flames just lick the ground. In a hut a man is beaten, at his heart those men had eaten. Cold and lifeless the man lye there, his eyes are in true deep stare. He left at home his recent wife, his love and light of his little life. Never would he see his new born child, in his mind his thoughts go wild. Thinking of all the men whom he killed, of all the men who screamed and shrilled. In his heart are the aches of a soldier, but in his mind are the beaks of a vulture. As the sounds slowly fade and fall, it is now he knows he has seen all. The heartaches of a soldier stay, although his soul has went away. His wife has fallen upon her knees, to pray to God to help her please. The baby crying and the mother dying, why did this have to be. All they know never again her husband they will see. The mother and child, soldiers for sure, in their hearts they are beaten sore. Three true soldiers and three heartaches, all they feel is deep heartbreaks. The heartaches of these soldiers lye, but still these soldiers will always try. So always remember these heartaches, and always know just what it takes. Know it takes strong hearts of gold, be them new or be them old. You can be a warrior too, just look deep inside of you. Hope and love fights these heartbreakes, just remember what it takes. Oh, just remember what it takes.