A young boy I met in the past

His eyes had a beautiful hue

Reflecting his soul straight true.

The young boy befriended my son

together they played hours of childhood games,

discoveries and imagination without end.

When he later moved away.

the ties in the young men’s heart

didn’t allow the friendship to fall apart.

And they kept in touch all along the way

Until the war called him a certain day.

Battle fields, bombs, destruction and pain

Proved to be too much for the soldier’s brain.

Sent home, a deep anguish set in

Cries in the night, terror in the day.

He couldn’t face the man he had become.

And so

In a desperate moment of loneness and fear

He tried to kill the monster trapped within.

The quietness of the night was pierced by a blast and a fall

In a vanishing second the young man was no more.

The beautiful eyes, the friend, the father, the son:

 All Gone.

Life, hope and all else.

Gone.

Astonished by his death

Once again I ponder upon what the war

Corrodes,

all it rips apart

As the memory of the young boy

I sadly cherish deep in my heart.