The Lost Soldier - Poem by Katheryn Foley
Can't hold you with the brokenness of my life,
With blood on my hands, and filth in the
shadows of my darkened days
I sit and pray that you'll still love me,
knowing that I played the part of a demon,
Because I know it us inhumane to be savage like
In the way the war made me to be.
I scattered the ashes of my life,
all the way there as to find my way back,
Through the torturous days these ashes have left,
Blown away by the wind just as lost as I am.
Trying to find a soft place to land.
I must go on though the war is over,
the war is continuous in my mind,
I fall to the ground,
With my wounds all bound,
And pray for this self inflicted war to end,
For this would be my last request,
before I am forever laid to rest.
And for one last time...
In the silence of my mind I tried to remember my past life,
How beautiful that life once was,
only for you will I sift through the damage
and try to find something stronger to keep my mind focused,
And only for you will I ever be alive,
And only for us will I ever strive.
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