Streets a soul left in ruins.
Once an army vet left
in chains.
Strains of a war in yester year.
Back home again but with
no recognition,
a soul left to wander.
Wandering the streets for food & a place
to rest his head.
Head not right after all the killing
& pain that comes within.
Within the veteran there is sadness, loneliness, a rage so
dear. Dear Lord take me as I am.
A broken & lonely man.
In chains! ! ! ! Pains of love and life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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So sad and painful, well expressed. The madness of wars, the control of men upon earth. Why can't the leaders fight among themselves and leave young man alone and not ruin their lives.