Broken Soilder
There lay the body,
Of a broken solider,
The explosion swiped him clean,
His slow breaths,
Breathing in the murky air,
All that was left,
Of that poor man,
Was body, leg and arm,
He had a wife and 2 kids,
But now no more,
I still hear his laugh,
Of jokes once betold,
No more laughs for awhile,
The D-Day had struck.
16/7/10
10:10am
Copyright © Sarah Clough | Year Posted 2010
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