A Bro­ken Prom­ise

St. Thomas Times-Journal - - REMEMBRANCE DAY - By So­phie Pel­ler­ine

The sound of gun­fire eats away at my ears

I lay here cov­ered in blood, sweat, and tears

As I lie on my back gasp­ing for air

I see all the peo­ple who wish they were else­where My face is dirty and my feet are sore But

I need to go just a lit­tle bit more

I can’t leave my fam­ily alone with­out a dad in their lives

I can’t leave my wife alone with­out a hus­band at night

I promised the army

I’d stay and that prom­ise

I in­tend to keep I promised my fam­ily I’d come home, even if it’s not this week But as my breaths fall short and my heart­beat is slow­ing

I re­al­ize that this prom­ise might be one bro­ken

I think of what their lives will be like

For I was taken from them like some­one turned off a light

The house will fall silent at the sight of that car

The army rep­re­sen­ta­tives will tell my fam­ily how

I was con­sumed by the anger of the war

But I’ll never leave them, not for any rea­son I’ll be there even if I’m not there in per­son

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