Dear Me


 When I woke this morning

The sun smiled at me

What I did not know

My life would be cut short through a hateful deed

 
Reporting as a soldier should

I went out and about

Keeping honor and serving my country

Living life and being a good scout

 
In the streets of   London

Life seemed to be good

Until I encountered my attackers

And all hell broke loose

 
Hate flowed from my attackers

As blood flowed out of my body

Through all the pain and agony

My body succumbed to death



Now that I am gone

My life was once full of promise

Once a soldier, a human being, a man

I depart from loved ones with sadness and homage

Dear  Me

Comments

  1. I find your poetry a wee bit strange, but it is thought prevoking, are you a wee bit strange as well, no offence meant. Agman

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