This is a poem about loving the same girl and how tragedy and fate can change lives in a blink of an eye.

We are history now.

Just writing what comes to mind.

It is all in vain.

Change isn’t always a good thing.

The Last Soldier is my first poem. It is freestyle, not very organized. I would like to know what you guys think about it. Please give me your feedback.

Recently I started another poetry notebook after losing the last. Heres the first poem. I wrote it real quick, it kind of just flowed from my brain to my hands.

The frustration was driving me insane.

It’s that time of year; I see
A heavy gloom across the sky..

We never had what it takes.