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


  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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