Remember

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by gannep

by gannep

I look upon these empty streets

I wander

I see

No one escapes war

Except me.

Though I have not truly escaped.

The real thing I escaped is death.

No one leaves war unscathed.

I am simply the only one who left it at all.

I am alone in these death-ridden streets

And I cry for my loss

I cry for others

I cry for wasted life

And I wonder

Why me?

Why have I been chosen for this burden?

Why have I not been killed?

Death seems a blessing now

But I cannot go,

For then who is left to remember?