Gone from Home

As he said goodbye to his family

He left home to fight for his country

Wife wondering if he would return

The lack of his presence made their heart burn

Tears dripping as they pleaded for him to stay

When he left, they could only cry and pray.

As battle raged on, the ground turned red

Another bullet fired, another man dead

The rain pierced his eyes, blurring his vision

The world around him suddenly began to darken

The man next to him urged him to persevere

Even though his wounds were so severe

In his mouth was the foul taste of blood

His armor was now a brown suit of mud

If he could, he would just lie down and rest

His heart was pounding almost breaking his chest

But he knew he must survive somehow

For his family wished he was home right now

Determined to return home, he hopped up and charged the enemy

Dodging left and right and rolling around blindly

His blind rage left him exposed to his foe

What would happen next he would not know

“THUD” a screaming bullet pierced his armor

Blood slowly trickled out of the wound and the world became a blur

Before he knew it, he fell on the floor like a falling tree

The expression on his face was nothing like glee

When news came to the family of his passing

They trickled tears of sorrow and were wishing

That he hadn’t gone away

Their father had gone astray