I Am Home Poem by Travis Lepine

The plane has landed, homeland, I’m home
And a butterfly haunts my arrival.
I cautiously ride as this lion doth roam
For I’m a gazelle whom seeks its survival.
Free from the war but not from this fly
Who has now a duo that stalks
That surrounds me like the lead coloured sky
In Afghanistan where I was shot.
Before, I was a stalwart soul
With vim, and might and fire
That flared with power beyond control
And a morrow in which to aspire.
But now this day has dolefully rose
From the roots of rotten tree.
And God, himself, today reposed
As my legs wither like debris.
I’m lost from war, can’t find the road
In which I walked before.
All the medals I earned are bestowed
That serve as torpid décor.
In what for life is worth to seek?
For good desists these eyes.
All depression has climbed its peak
As all that is living dies.