Toy Soldiers

October 27, 2014
By LifeWrite PLATINUM, Westfield, New Jersey
LifeWrite PLATINUM, Westfield, New Jersey
44 articles 14 photos 53 comments

For all those times you shot me dead,

and laid my body upon the bed--

heart still beating, but pretend

it was a wound you could not mend--

 

I shook you off, I shot you back,

and as we fell, we laughed and laughed...

But even when the game was done,

you saw another yet to come.

 

Yet how romantic was that dream; 

dark to you it did not seem;

there was no fear to fill each day--

Death was still so far away.

 

Until arrived that letter white,

wearing words as black as night,

that led me to your fresh-dug grave,

and buried thus your dream once brave.


The author's comments:

This is for my brother.


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