Burdens Shed


Patriotism is high
War drums beat loud
I don my uniform in pride
I'm the cool kid in the crowd
Board the plane
Wave goodbye
Praying to God
I'm too young to die
Battles go down
I lose comrades
The guilt in mind
Filled with what ifs and should haves
Plane touches home soil
I'm not the same
My family annoys me
Each day brings more shame
Medicate with the bottle
I load the gun
I can't take this world any longer
This Soldier is done
Unload the gun
I begin to weep
Time to move on
For this burden is not mine to keep

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