Waiting

This came to me while i was in Basic Training.

A soldier sits and waits

The sun burns his face and hands

There's a river of sweat as fire burns through his veins

But he waits paitently

Aware of every of moment

Alert to every sound

Life, Freedom. Family, on the line

One missed shot

One unheard sound

One unseen sight

Life, Freedom, Family, gone

In the blink of an eye.

Author's Note

Please don't tell me about mispelled words cause if there are any I'm just gonna let you know that i wont go back and fix it so there's really no point.

Reviews

[Sam Freeland]

Words are merely tools often used for their own sake. The feeling in this poem is starkly
outstanding and the reason why you should write more. Spelling is pedantic and was the
reason so many teachers missed the point of education. I would never find spelling
a limiting factor in writing even though many small minds seem to believe this.

[razormuse]

oh that is so profoundly sad. but beautiful. i won't say anything about spelling if you don't pick on my lack of "caps" lol

[Tara Murasaki]

This is interesting, because I can't find any rhyming end words, and yet when I was reading, it seemed like there where some. It is very well done poem, and the repetition adds to its intensity.