A SOLDIER'S LAST LETTER FROM THE TRENCHES OF WAR

Its nineteen eighteen

The war is on

Soldiers are dying

Here lies their song.

Bye bye my Pet

The time has come

My writings finished,

This war........I'm done!

For I'm so tired of war life

Seeing loved ones in so much strife.

Please remember don't blame yourself;

Mortally wounded with war itself.

For these burdens( are my own), not your fault.

Just my wounds can't take any more salt.

My journey will take me to some distant star

So don't try to find me, it's just too far.

I'll be all-right so please don't cry;

My flames just extinguished, I'm ready to die.

I loved you so dearly so don't dismay

I just can't continue this war, this way.

A losing battle that cannot be won

So I'm leaving now where there is no sun.

Thank you Pet for your love,

You were so much fun;

However, my mind's made up.

 What's done is done!

And even though you touched my heart

I think you need a brand new start.

For I want my mind put to rest.

It's bye bye Pet, my only one.

All the best, no harm done.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The below words can stand alone.
"Please remember don't blame yourself;
Mortally wounded with war itself.
For these burdens( are my own), not your fault.
Just my wounds can't take any more salt."
We teach our kids deaths before living their life. It is a sad world. Your poem is sad because it is true. Most men can survive war and live. Some can't. Many kinds of wars also. Thank you for sharing the powerful and thoughts provoking poetry.
Coyote

[Gee]

Really good poem Andrew,love anything to do with the Great War.The sacrifices of all of those young men is mind blowing.Have posted a few myself on this subject