A Solider Deep In Suffering

A soldier stands alone, his gaze to all unnerving,
For the pain he feels inside, its sad but there’s no curing.
He doesn’t have the cancer, diabetes, or HIV,
He’s simply turned into himself, and nothing can he see.

He’s blinded by the memories, the unbalance of it all.
He thinks of friends and comrades lost, ones that he’s watched fall.
But whatever can he do? He has nowhere to go.
He stands still in this battle field, no emotion does he show.

But none of this is real, for his Sergeant calls his name.
This has gone on for many moments, but the answer’s still the same.
Bullets fly by his head, though he hardly seems to care.
A rocket grazes by his arm but misses by a hair.

The soldier’s comrades keep on calling, hoping he will hide.
He finally turns to heed their call, a bullet takes him from the side.
To his knees he slowly falls, friends screaming out in vain.
Finally he’s found the cure to all this senseless pain.