A Soldier's Last Thought Poem by pedro moshood

Like bitter leaf can
It still taste sweeter?
Though in exchange for his soul right
There at the war front that night
He'd give all he can,

When death came knocking.
He got scared of it,
Until when he knew that weird
Death is price to pay to earn
Immortality.

He knew as the leaves
Withered and the breeze
Blows it gently far from
Their trees, he would leave all
He had dreamed unfulfilled.

He thought of the soul
He traded for gold
And his lust for women
That he would leave unexploited
If he doesn't go home.

As soldier he reflects
while laying helpless
In his cold blood with stomach
Shred and the faithful comrades
That left him to his death.4