by wudelfin
To protect the country and its treasure trove of worthy people and abundant life. He is a fighter of justice, paying the price dearly with his own sanity, weariness, exhaustion, wonderment, and feeling of abandonment. He may feel exhalted at first but years of fighting leave their mark, and since he knows no other purpose, and with his sense of duty he dies fighting as the battle angel. Forever bound, indeed. This poem is a glorious renactment of the purpose of the solider, and his blazing visage as he stands tall for his country. Oh to give up so much and recieve so little. Oh to only revive his soul. This made by the same person who made the other 3 lenghty comments. Desire me to stop tell me so by posting a comment. And I shall seal my lips in silence and hold my secret thoughts and wonderemnts as I fade away into my demise and oblivion. The scorned bare burdens.
Nicely put sentiments, but oh that spelling!
Here, let me help:
"Bearing the world on weary shoulders
Body molded to peak condition
Soul broken to be rebuilt
Mind shattered to be reconditioned
To protect country
Dignity in tatters but honor intact"
There, that solves the spelling problem;
Punctuation's another matter.