A Sonnet To The Wounded Warriors

I Once Was A Warrior
A Sonnet to the Wounded Warriors

I once was a warrior, but now today,
My battlefields are not so far away.
The foe that I face have no weapons of might,
Anxiety and worry are the enemy I fight.

I once was a soldier, but now I sit,
No longer in a body that’s lean and fit.
No greater cause, no more fields of glory,
The guns are now silent, no friends, no war stories.

I once was a sailor, but now I lay,
Trapped in my body in bed all day.
As I watch the new men go off to war,
I will never again sail to distant shores.

I once was an airman, the sky my domain,
But today just the memory is all that remains.
As I gaze out my window in the dark of the night,
Knowing I never again will take flight.

I am a Marine, and I always will be,
Broken, not bowed, though my eyes cannot see.
The hospital halls now the trails that I take,
The pain that’s inside, the new enemy I face.

I once was a warrior, but now today,
My battlefields are not so far away.
The foe that I face, I face in my home,
And my greatest of battles I must face alone.

1/6/05

by Gary Bryson

Comments (2)

Gary This is just a brilliant poem. the depthj just reaches out and grabs you. What the hell do we fight for it grieves me so much. cheers Sylvie.
Beautiful, lyrical grief. This moving poem is a reminder that true sacrifice is deserving of the highest honor. Kindest regards, Sandra