Broken Solider
from Paperless Poetry
8/13/2008
By Me
The dagger pierced his chest.
He burst in a scream,
Before his dark blood slowly flowed.
He un-dramatically dropped to the ground.
I expected some grand quality moments.
I was left disappointed.
He breathed deeply,
Grasped my hand as I crouched over and spoke his final word, “Why?”
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