Thread: Soldier - (Comments "Scary Imagery" "Sick" "Dark") Read with caution.

Little toy soldier losing sight of his home,
His family, comfort, his dreams and hopes,
Human traits cease in this problematic war,
Asking for love and never wanting more,
Walking this faulted road all alone,
Once sweet, turned sour to the core,
Previous wars leave him sore, not knowing what he's fighting for,
Scorned, waking up washed up on the beach shore,




Little toy soldier wonders around aimlessly,
Glued his eyes shut so he couldn't even see,
The hell, the darkness, but the light and beauty,
Shine brighter and stronger than anything preceived,
The nightmares skew what he always beleived,
Life goes on, he is the one holding the key,
To fit in that lock he's held graciously,
Let himself know how it feels to be set free,




Little toy soldier in the devils solemn grasp,
Circulation to his heart is dropping rapid fast,
Looking for those magic words to form that cast,
Around every single problem that reminds him of the past,
Potential for first but always stuck in last,
Lost before he begun giving himself no chance,
When hell sings he's soothed in its trance,
Watching all the demons in his head start to dance,




Little toy soldier doesn't beleive he exists,
That reality is another reason to shake his fist,
Beleives there is nothing out there to accomplish,
That goals are nothing than just a christmas wish list,
Tries to be happy but the nightmares evoke his sadness,
He drowns a little further with another fragile kiss,
When he pulls his sleeves up you can see all the slits,
He calls each one another smile he tatoo'd on his wrist,




Little toy soldier laying dead in his casket,
Loved ones wonder why he put that barrel to his head,
He ate all the bullshit that he was spoon fed,
He painted himself red but no one could have read,
He had a shaky hand but nothing was ever said,
Bottled up every last drop of the mixture he bred,
Had a strong heart but just couldn't fend,
Off any of the monsters crawling in his head,


Another fragile soul lost in this war called life,
Another sore victim to the point of the knife,
Didn't give his all; Result: Lost the fight,
Tried to get in heaven with no wings to fly,
Regret simmers as the people start to cry,
The little angels on his shoulders can't begin to ask why,
He never listened, instead he ran away to hide,
Left the earth as his life was beginning to ripe.

I love some of the imagery you have this poem, it really adds to the piece.
If I'm brutally honest I would say you lost the flow in some of your lines in the last few stanzas which may be due to the slight changes in some of your rhyme schemes.
All in all I think this is a great piece of poetry which touches anybody who has known somebody that went through this.
I look forward to reading more of your work.
NikkiR

I absolutely love this ! the images told a great(but sad) story,the flow was nice, and I sorta found myself singing the verses, like a sad song - keep up the good work!