The Soldier of the Front Line

Searching, watching, waiting.
The soldier on the front line.
Broken and beaten down.
Torn at the seams,
Leaking all that was once joyous.
Hope pouring from gaping wounds
As the skin becomes so thick that arrows can not bend it.
The broken-doll limbs hold bodies above the mud:
Sinking, sinking, sinking,
Sunk.
Drowning in the apparitions of life dancing,
Whirling,
Gracefully swirling in the empty air.
Alone, wanting, needing, despairing.
The soldier on the front line.
All is nothing, and nothing is lost.
Life beats for no one, and life is broken-doll love.
Fighting the battles for sanity, for long forgotten dreams.
Searching, watching, waiting.
No one is coming.
Nothing to defend against.
Forever standing, forever failing.
The soldier of the front line.
Forever.