Uncompleted Lives

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Too young we became experts on uncompleted lives. We saw the passion and the rage dissolve and die before our eyes.

UNCOMPLETED LIVES

By Al Garcia

Too young, we became experts on uncompleted lives.  We saw the passion and the rage dissolve and die before our eyes. 

We were the innocent and the cowards, afraid to let the tears betray the boy that cried within.  We were soldiers.  Hiding inside a shallow armor of flesh and blood, afraid to cry, afraid to die.

How does the mind of a boy begin process the brutality and the cruelty of war, while standing in the middle of a killing field, shaken and stunned, trembling and shivering? 

How does courage and valor find its way into the shriveling and withering body and mind that cannot comprehend the finality or the certainty of the human carnage and destruction that lies before him?  When does the brave heart take charge and release the fearless hero within? 

So easy to assume or presume that bravery, courage and sacrifice, automatically reveal themselves, and transcend a moment or an instant in time, into glory and triumph and victory.

How many young and blameless unlived lives were thrust into the fate of destiny, untested and unprepared, to face the ultimate betrayal, and feel their final breathe escape their dazed and frightened form?

Sometimes, heroes only fall on bended knees to hold a hand or wipe away the flowing blood that conceals the tears escaping the lifeless eyes that used to see, and used to sparkle and twinkle in the light.  And many times, heroes sob inside, and shed a tear, before they stand and walk away from uncompleted lives that cast no shadows in the moonlit night. 

We were too young to become experts on uncompleted lives.  We were too young to see the passion and the rage dissolve and die before our eyes.  Uncompleted lives, so many, intermingled with frightened and forever scarred minds, and mutilated souls, afraid to cry, afraid to die, and now, afraid to close their eyes for fear of seeing the lifeless eyes that used see, and used to sparkle and twinkle in the light. 


Submitted: September 24, 2021

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