Quote :: The axe forgets, what the tree remembers. ....African proverb
The proverb is apt for me,
as the tree suffers, damaged,
the injured party, victim.
Great wisdom be acknowledged.
Remember how you hurt me
I can't forget the harm; I'll
not forgive for breaking heart.
I'll not surely blurt; no rile.
I thought your love was real.
Made me feel my feeling wrong.
Many told, you'll not keep word
Never heard caution for long.
Fact is you never loved me.
Misunderstood the love act.
Could've left long time ago
Your thought stopped me though; It's fact.
A soldier boy was calling me
His faint whispers heard around
But sadly he was surrounded by many
Of other dying soldiers on the ground.
I stepped into the masses
And tread carefully where I stood
Incase I hurt the injured soldiers
Treading as careful as I could.
So many heroes fallen
In a battle field they lay
No war being won whilst dying
In the mass destruction that they lay.
But I walked on slowly
As I followed the soldiers voice
If I only saved the one life
It would be of bitter choice.
I reached the injured party
And held him in my arms
As gently I caressed his dying body
As I heard his screams in his alarms
But his eyes were soon to grow heavy
As he fell asleep upon my chest
A true heroic soldier
Who fought in war and sis his upmost best.
By Anna Sabrina Tate 29th August 2019.
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