Thoughts: The Unmarked Life

There lies the unmarked grave,

Of the unmarked man

Who gave his unmarked name,

To an unmarked life.

 

The vast fields and greeneries,

Lay splattered with the blood of innocents,

They followed their orders and so did he,

Not a bit of hesitation did the enemy see.

Their life was not their own.

He felt he was a messenger.

He was but a pawn.

 

The cannons boom, the guns blaze, bullets swing past his ears,

His palms are sweaty; his knees weak, he can’t take it no more.

He closes his eyes….

 

“Wait for me” he said, she said she would,

The warm embrace, the breath of her on his skin,

He felt complete.

Just one more tour and he would be back,

To continue their unmarked life.

He would have it all,

His love was strong, his belief wrought,

He stayed low and stayed with hope,

Day in and day out,

His unremitting plan to elope.

He loved her so, for he would go, Where no man dared to go before.

The trenches were his friend.

 

He jumps home, only to see,

A happy couple, two kids, a dog and a white picket fence,

All existing, waiting to greet, though suspiciously,

He closes his eyes….

His unmarked life was unmarked no more.

 

He opens his eyes…

The sounds come roaring back, His sight comes thundering back,

The trenches aren’t his friend.

The cannons boom, the guns blaze, bullets swing past his ears,

His palms are sweaty; his knees weak, he can’t take it no more

He knows what he must do.

 

There lies the unmarked grave,

Of the unmarked man

Who gave his unmarked name,

To an unmarked life.

 

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