Invincible
He lay in the mud being pelted with rain
He couldn't understand why he started to fall,
He never felt the hit but now came the pain
Still a young man, he'd lived no life at all.
He was a warrior victory his quest
"Forward" the cry, they went over the top,
Fearless and brave he'd face any test
Invincible, thinking he could not be stopped.
Yet there he lay that wet final morn
A hole in his chest, breathing his last
Helpless now as the day he was born,
As he cried for his mother...this warrior passed.
Entry for
Warrior Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
7/7/2020
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2020
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