Insights Into A Shattered Mind

War Torn

Darkness pulling me back,

Reminding me of turmoil in days gone past,

What could I have done,

What could I have said,

To make you hang on one last day?

A thousand things I wish I could have said,

So many good times we could have had,

The bottles left unopened by the passage of time,

The flickering flame that was your life,

Snuffed out in one short instance in time.

Now you lay among the fallen,

Upon this sacred plot of land,

You walk amongst the tombstones.

You left us few here to contend with the loss,

Us few war torn brethren,

Bonded by the blood we have shed.