The Lost Soldier Poem by Funkekeme Akposeye

The lost soldier
He used to be a family's
shoulder
Things happened that made
him colder
And act like a boulder
Looking older
Than his age
Caused by rage
And the many phases
And stages
Of his life
The many faces, he stabbed
They say he did wrong and
called it right
Like killing a pregnant woman
And the baby inside
He became inhumane inside
His story had been told
Since i was young
Till now am getting old
Of his ascension and rise to
glory
And his depression and fall to
fury
The lost soldier
His real name always withheld
But they always mention the
weapons he held
People he fell
Regrets he felt
And how he walks around this
days
Already in hell
His repay
Even these days
The war in his mind replays
The lost soldier
They say there are a few
children
He raised but all ran away
Because of the disgrace
He still hopes one day
They will come back and it all
ends with an embrace
The lost soldier
So many lonely years
Living in constant fear
So many bitter tears
Living in laborious sweats
Not even a family member
Comes close or near
Not even December
The lost soldier
I wonder
If he has surrounded
Thoughts, desires and all
So much emotions
compounded
He needs no phone, no time for
calls
But he still stands tall
Even when children taunt
And make him uneasy like a
hunt
He has left all religion
Saying he could not make the
connection
To his resurrection and
salvation
He found no explanation
The lost soldier is truly lost
counting his costs until his
heart stops.