The soldier lies motionless in the desert.
He assesses his life, coming to the harsh
realization that he has failed miserably
to live up to the expectations set upon him.
His American Dream to outshine his peers
has been reduced to but a dream in which
he dies quickly...so his peers won’t know
of the shame that besets his wretched soul.
He used to stand tall, face up to adversity,
and emerge victorious every single time.
But you wouldn’t be able to tell nowadays.
Too bad...he could have been somebody!
Wow Michael. You write with so much depth for one so young. Keep going.
This is a well written expression of the terrible waste of young life we are suffering lately.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, I never fought in a war, but your poems seem like you have. thank you