BookRix

Bind yourself to your craft and hold on to your future.

With calloused hands, he gripped the steel
He held on to it strong, so he would know the feel
Like a reel for a fishermen, his sword was prepared for duty

Drops of sweat drenched his shirt, as his anxiety increased
He was hoping and praying for some release
Was it for peace or finality he craved?
Sometimes a soldier wants freedom, while standing in the grave

A free poem written by the redeemed poet in two minutes.

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