The Little Soldier

A depressing poem I wrote...

Put down your sword,

Lower your guard,

Oh little brave soldier,

You have worked too hard,

The world is a mean place,

That I can't deny,

But you're not sad, little soldier,

Why don't you cry?

'Sir I am sorry,'

The little soldier said,

'I've a girl, and a home,

and a place to lay my head.'

Oh little brave soldier,

You've got more than I,

But once in a while,

It is okay to cry.

'My girl has left me!'

The little soldier cried,

'My house has been sold,

And my savings fried!'

Little soldier, little soldier,

You are no different from me.

I feel depressed all day,

Everything is bleak, nothing to see.

So little soldier,

What do you say?

My time is now gone.

Goodbye little soldier, don't you weep.

Think.

Live.

And carry on.

Author's Note

Honest reviews please!

Reviews

[SinTrustless]

I enjoyed this very much. You did a good job rhyming and capturing emotions. This, honestly, hits home for me. It can be hard to admit things aren't going well, you purposely lie and try to maintain baring. Yet, in truth the world can be collapsing in upon you. Again, nice poem. I'm usually not one for poems, but I really liked this one.

[TwoDaysTooLate]

Thank you so much :) I was trying to capture exactly that - the façade that we all find necessary to uphold which is so fake, and we don't even recognise ourselves afterward...