The Life of a Soldier

I live a life of fear.

I am abandoned.

I am scaried.

I am crying right now.

For i am lonely,

but not alone.

I am sitting in this dengy, old room

surrounded by men and women

with guns.

All i have is a pistal

in my hand.

I can either put it to my head

and call it a quit

or fight and defend

for my hoes safety

and freedom.

 

I shot the man that came

through that door.

He died under my breath.

My itter breath.

 

I may have killed a man that day;

But you are still alive

and i am still a hero.