Forget Me Not

They all wanted to be 
     “Real men”

So off into the cruel seas they go
 In a big scrap of metal..

Might as well be going to their coffins..

And so they did, i never saw them again..
 And when i think of them, 
 all i can see is the pain and 
 suffering they had been experiencing 

I wanted to be a real man too.

So off into the fields of sand I go..
The skies were a dark indigo.

And i look down at the ground below 
 My feet
And I see

A small blue forget me not..
 Lying dead on the sand..

And then I too, lie on the sand..

I have fought wars in my head
 And wars with my gun
I have buried my friends 
 Because they wanted to be 
 “Real men”

Forget me not solider.
 For i am your dearest friend
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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