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Sonnet XVI: Dear Fallen Soldier

On the Battlefield there’s many who fall.
Death even for those who stood bold and tall.
 
The ambrosia that is sweet victory
The aroma– the smell– casting a spell
But the taste, its taste is foreign to me.
 
This war, it leaves hearts begging for closure.
Anxiously waiting to hear “It’s over.”
 
Ceremonies, purple hearts are honored.
Bells ring, awards awarded, people sing,
While sons and daughters are now unfathered.
 
Never suited up, or led the frontline
Yet, it’s effects hit home every time.
Dear Fallen Soldier, I keep you in mind–
For your life, I’d boastfully give up mine.

(2014)

Created my own formula for the classic 14-line Sonnet:
[Iambic Pentameter]
AA BCB DD EFE GGGG

#BrokenDeath #FallenFrontline #HomesSoldiers #Tragic #War

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