Confidentially, I'm Dying
Dear Babe
Confidentially, I'm tired
19 years old
Damn country
Fight for and die if need be
First Lieutenant died
Still as death
Small, helpless, and alone
Served, talked, smoked
Without faith
Three days later
Trembling
Blood spurting
Hospitalized
Morphine
Fatally
Forgive me
I love you
This poem is about:
My country
Our world
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