This poem is about loneliness, trauma, and hope.
He came back from the war
But found his home no more
His family had left him alone
With nothing but his memories of horror
He wandered through the streets
Looking for a place to rest
But no one seemed to care for him
Or acknowledge his sacrifice and distress
He lived the rest of his life alone
With no one to share his pain
He tried to forget the past
But the nightmares always came
He died in his bed one night
With no one by his side
But as he closed his eyes for the last time
He saw a sight that made him smile
He saw a crowd of grim reapers
Standing at his door
They saluted him with respect
And said, "You are not alone anymore"
They took him by the hand
And led him to the light
They said, "You have fought well, soldier
Now you can rest in peace tonight".
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Poetry about Life
PoetryI love poetry because it speaks to me In ways that prose cannot It captures the essence of my feelings And paints them with words that are not I love poetry because it challenges me To express myself in new forms It teaches me the beauty of language...
