A soldier's tale.

A Poem by A Foiled Soul

The words of a soldier.

See the difference between you and me,
Is that when you wake up,
Your nightmare ends.

But what they forgot to tell you is that,
When you look at me, it all begins,

Your words hurt so deep,
And you aren't even a friend,

I try to scream but it's just a bleep,
In the night,
We can't fight,
Try as we might,
You just go and provoke my fright,
But I swear you lay your hands on me one more time,

Im going to break you arm,
And bring you harm,

You pull the trigger on your firearm,
For your country, we are the same,

A soldier,
Drafted without fame,

Just a legion,
Not a thought to claim,

But I know what I signed up for,
As the crosshairs align,

The trigger is pulled and the nightmare ends,
I see my daughter again,

I survived,
But these people don't like us?

If they don't appreciate us being shot at,
They may gladly step up in front of us.

So before you criticize,
Just realize,

United States marines are the freedoms,
That your life relies on.

© 2014 A Foiled Soul

Author's Note

This is written from personal experience. This is to give insight to people what a marine goes through.

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Kalen Luciano

See the difference between you and me,
Is that when you wake up,
Your nightmare ends.

But what they forgot to tell you is that,
When you look at me, it all begins,

Your words hurt so deep,
And you aren't even a friend,

I try to scream but it's just a bleep,
In the night,
We can't fight,
Try as we might,
You just go and provoke my fright,
But I swear you lay your hands on me one more time,

Im going to break you arm,
And bring you harm,

This part of your poem reminds me of a 3 week period in which I had a reoccurring nightmare about someone who wasn't my friend, but tried to hit on me. The nightmare went as followed: someone would touch my shoulder and I would panic. I would begin to elbow whoever in the stomach. When I stopped I turned around to see the person who tried to hit on me in real life dead. I felt horrible that she was dead, but relief that the person who was assaulting me was gone. It really messed with my head.
As far as the rest of the poem, it was very good, though I don't understand what the picture has to do with it. If you could please explain that to me, that would be awesome.