Drafted

A notice to make your gut pop.
Staring at what shouldn't of happened,
happened.

A frost before a cry,
a dizziness,
hope no downfall.

Lifting his hand from the fate,
to his eyes,
across his forehead and there he holds,
and sulks.

The letter drops.
Feathering to the ground.
Wisping across ready-to-uniform,
boots.

His green camouflage chokes a life.
His fear contradicts the strength.
Just a man dressed in green.

Holding himself is what holds strength,
bravery; questioning the throbbing pain.
He's prepared for heavy material.

A battle were strength vs. fear,
or mistakes seem too true...
Be courageous...but sulk.

--All Poems by Tia E
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