Take all those secrets and woes
Bury them deep down inside
Scuttle them into the void where nobody knows
Keep them in the place only you know the things you hide
Boldly pull yourself out of the night
Be not one to let the weight control you
There's nothing to do but be ready for the coming fight
And nothing about it the fight is new
Older than the old, it is my somber friend
Torches picked up and carried onto the field
They'll bring light at days end
As the adventure is what one will yield
Know that not alone; you are
Their silent but aged faces speaking in screams
Some might go into the night, might go too far
Screams waking the innocent from soldiers waking from dreams
Your turn it was, you fought into the night
Dragging the vanquished from the darkest lands
Desperate for a sign of the missing light
Desperate to hear a return celebrated by bands
Carry the memories but bury the guilt of your task
Life, it does go on for a brave young soul
You've filled the need of the most tremendous ask
Sorry, some are for the price you paid, the soldier's toll
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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Comments (1)
Having spent a lifetime now ministering to soldiers from WWII on, the burden they carry weighs heavy on my heart. I appreciate the compassion with which you have written this, my friend.