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There must be a purpose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There must be a purpose, thinks this man as he stands
Inside quivering, recalling the walk on foreign sands
Fulfilling his duty as our forefathers have in the past
not a second thought given as his pride holds on fast

Decorated in ribbons, his mind still wonders back
to the comrades lost on those dark days of attack
Memories not allowing him to forget buddy or friend
the ones that he swore he'd protect to the bitter end

Feeling the weight of each flag draped on casket’s wood
as he buries young soldiers from a war ne’er understood
So many sleepless nights questioning his own return
now forever in his mind these images shall burn

Uncontrollable regrets now encage this soldier’s soul
He’s seen the angels appear in his deserted foxhole
He stands at attention while watching a lonely sunset
praying to God that someday he too might forget

 

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  • Cant-touch-this
    June 23, 2007

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    This is such a heart breaking piece you have penned...Wisdom like no other...makes the eyes tear Thank you for sharing


  • real irish rose
    June 22, 2007

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    Never a truer word spoken.... this actually made me shiver as I also know the feelings as I watched two friends return home in coffins when I served my time in the forces... I was only a young adult myself back then nineteen years old...it will always be on my mind for the rest of my life.
    We may have been colleagues but we were more like sisters and brothers, in reality people in the forces not only lay their lives down for their country but also for their friends...this is amazing, one of my favourites.
    As always well written and indeed a pleasure to read...julie


  • ebaby
    June 18, 2007

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    yes there is a purpose, one can imagin so many but the one upstairs really is the onlyone who knows.... why we must trust in our faith and know that we will understand someday.... Angels are with us! Great poem Gets, I love the last sentence is just so good.....as he seen angels appear in and out of his deserted foxhole.

    He stands in the distance watching another lonely sunset,

    and praying to God that some way he might some how forget
    sending love to you brother dear....

  • luvdrkchocolate
    June 18, 2007

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    Oh. This is a very sad poem that you have written here. I really like the picture you have up because I think that it really speaks volumes about the weight that wars carry on the human soul. I think that you did a good job in projecting how it feels to follow in the footsteps of your forefathers and feel that weight come to hold down on your own shoulders. It must be a very heavy burden. You did a good job of expressing yourself.


  • aligurl
    June 18, 2007

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    O wow

    It almost made me cry!! That was a great poem. One of the best ive ever read on allpoetry. The pic along with the whole thing was very moving. An amazing and talented piece!!

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