Nonet - A Soldier's Tears

A Soldier's Tears

I’m deathly sick of the things I see
Their country takes a piece of me
Each time I view their faces
My passion embraces
Their moments of pain
Looks of disdain
Rip apart
Soldiers'
hearts

A Nonet -
9 Syllables - First Line
8 Syllables - Second Line
7 Syllables - Third Line
6 Syllables - Fourth Line
5 Syllables - Fifth Line
4 Syllables - Sixth Line
3 Syllables - Seventh Line
2 Syllables - Eighth Line
1 Syllables - Ninth Line