Veteran

Inshirah786

Bitter were the days after, when no one was there.

When my life just crumbled and crumbled,

but no one saw it and no one cared.

I needed a friend, just someone to hold on

to be the training wheels on the bike called life,

for a little balance, to keep me strong.

The world forgot me and my sacrifices, it just moved on,

as if I didn't make it back, as if I too were gone.

Life took on the torn up rhythm, of a broken song.

Day by day, I grew old.

Drowning much in the dark spiral of memories,

in the sound of gunshots and the deadly cold.

How do you truly smile, after so much is gone?

Is there a way to leave these shadows of the past, after so long?