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Soldier of Silence
By Soldier Of Silence
Standing on the edge of insanity
A razor sharp edge between
The darkness in my mind and
Twisted laughter echoing through my soul
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
I push to my feet in the morning
And trudge on through my desolation
Hard knocks are a way of life
Tracer rounds and Sidewinder missiles
Scream through my mind
Exploding into fragmented pieces
Of my consciousness
Barely aware of the world I once knew
Darkness looms in the distance
Like a forming wave of destruction
Ready to blanket the world I know
Mayhem and chaos reign in the streets
Thugs and thieves own the cities
Murder is a way of life
And innocence is a thing of the past
Post apocalyptic fire burns through my heart
While ice chills my very soul
A constant battle of wills
As I struggle to make sense of the place before me
I trudge on through the streets
Taking little notice of my surroundings
I have been here before, lots of times
But hardly recognize the faces I see
Another day holds more surprises
As each day is a struggle to exist
Gun in hand
I press on to scour the place for sustenance
It’s a site to see among so much chaos
A child running through the streets
Shoes untied with tattered clothes
And laughter splitting their chapped lips
Each day grows colder
The chill in my bones sharpens
But the will to survive strengthens
There is still a job to do
A soldier of silence I have become
Barely uttered a word in six years
That’s when the war ended
And tore my world apart
Practically sleeping with the enemy
I hunt all those who brought us here
Stalking each one in turn
Dispatching one after another
Hardened by my new life
A mercenary for peace
Sometimes violence is the only way
To achieve this
Such a simple concept to fight for
Peace, there is no such thing
In it’s truest form heaven on earth
In reality, the devil is our brother
I am trying not to think about
All the things I have become
Sometimes these things get to me
I can’t take it anymore
The day I can retire my gun
The moment I let down my guard
Will be the day, the very same day
My silence will echo around the world
Consequently that very same day
Will be the day I’m laid in the ground
And the first flower since the war
Will blossom above me
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© 2009 Soldier Of Silence
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On Sunday, May 24, 2009, Mylissa
(845)
wrote:
This makes me sad, the process of war is so intense and really over-looked when we are the ones that are not involved. The soldiers are left forgotten and this really makes me think I need to express more gratitude daily for the hardships that all our soldiers do. Whether you agree with the war or not...you all are a blessing to us. Thank you for this and for the thought.
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On Sunday, May 24, 2009, Soldier Of Silence
(42) wrote:
You are very welcome. I have lost many brothers-in-arms since I have joined and I can't thank them enough for the service they have provided for our way of life. It makes me upset that I didn't join a different branch to do more to begin with. As long as we keep support in our troops and don't hate them for the job they are doing, then those that have fallen won't have done so in vain. This is just another job like any other, but we voluntarily put ourselves in harms way because we know others won't and sometimes we pay the ultimate price for that. We don't expect people to understand why we do it, but just to support us for providing the service we do even though sometimes we tend to lose sight of the whole purpose we started fighting in the beginning. Either way, as long as there are American boots on the ground on foreign soil, we need to support those boys and girls and get them home alive and safe if possible.
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On Friday, May 22, 2009, Enough
(17) wrote:
Very well written.
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A former member wrote:
Outstandingly amazing. I enjoyed every single insightful thought.
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