Poem: 'solitary Soldier'
- 9. May.2006 -
by Rachel Ann Clark
Rapid shots fired straight for the heart
I can see they slowly rip him apart
Though he holds his head high, covering all of his fears
The loud, booming sounds resonate in his ears
He stands as high as he can hold himself
But it’s obvious he’s scared
He’s fighting for the world he knows,
But no one even knows he’s there.
If you looked into his empty eyes
You’d see remnants of all the tears he’s cried
When no one ever saw.
This true hero, this solitary soldier
The world owes him so much more
This true hero is not the one who goes off to war,
The one who stands proud and tall
His bravery doesn’t even come with reward
No, because his battle never ends…
This true hero is the bullied child,
Dragging himself to school when his heart’s already dead.