The Dog Tags.
There they lay, split into fragments from frag hits, worn from decay.
Torn into pieces, a torture of fate,
While the heart of a soldier beat, beat, beat, bloody and stained.
The Dog Tags.
Cold metal so smooth on the skin,
Virtue and honor, imbued from within,
Violence, vengeance, truly a fit,
Masked on this battle field, rooted with sin.
The Dog Tags.
Gold and fresh, dangling from this one's neck.
Picture the young man, early twenties,
Invincible, Unique,
Troubled with a rough past.
Left behind by those soldiers, to weep,
Unable to see, or to breathe,
Keeping his problems a secret in one hand.
The Dog Tags.
They mock him. A constant shadow, they stalk him.
Selling his soul at the auction,
Controlling his options,
A heavy burden, so full of exhaustion.
His heart keeps beating, he's parched and bleeding,
Even after breaking the chain from his face,
As he focues on all the mirages.
The Dog Tags.
A reminder to all his loved ones.
A prominent display of what once was.
A soul, trapped in what will always remain...un-done.
A body rests, now cold and limp,
A Life Alone, Unknown,
A Poet, who died from his pen.
The Dog Tags.
MY DOG TAGS.
There they lay, split into fragments from frag hits, worn from decay.
Torn into pieces, a torture of fate,
While the heart of a soldier beat, beat, beat, bloody...and stained.
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